The spaces between the perceiver and the thing perceived can [...] be closed with a shout of recognition.

I doubt we will ever be forgiven. All I hope is – they'll remember we were human beings

He said that in a way being loved is like being told you never have to die.

I write against violence. I write against fascism. I write against one person dominating another.

People can only be found in what they do.

Complaints about reality are immature.

There are no beginnings, not even to stories. There are only places where you make an entrance into someone else's life and either stay or turn and go away.