Women were like rivers, their banks were unreachable, the night often rang with the cries of the drowned.

Instead of committing suicide, people go to work.

You are never truly together with one you love until the person in question is dead and actually inside you.

One day you're cut off, at the very start you're cut off and can't go back, the language you learn and the whole business of walking and all the rest is for the sake of the single thought, how to get back again.

On the other hand, whatever condition we are in, we must always do what we want to do ,and if we want to go on a journey, then we must do so and not worry about our condition, even if it's the worst possible condition, because, if it is, we're finished anyway, whether we go on the journey or not, and it's better to die having made the journey we've been longing for than to be stifled by our longing.

The only friends I have are the dead who have bequeathed their writings to me — I have no others.

After all, there is nothing but failure.