He who jokes in the executioners face can be destroyed, but never defeated.

We approach the divine by enlarging our souls and lighting up our brains.

Hard times and funky living can season the soul, true enough, but joy is the yeast that makes it rise.

Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.

Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is sign on as its accomplice.

Dreamily the Princess stood up. "I'm not sure if I can walk," she said. "Then I'll carry you." "Is that what love is?" "I no longer know what love is. A week ago I had a lot of ideas. What love is and how to make it stay. Now that I'm in love, I haven't a clue. Now that I'm in love, I'm completely stupid on the subject.

First I think I was interested in the stories, and later on, I became more interested in the language itself, so the stories became almost secondary, but it was kind of a background music for my life.