You can't always be friendly. It's impossible, there isn't the time.

They were always doing something. Quietly, without interruption, and with great concentration, they carried on with the hundred-and-one small things that made up their world.

Smell is important. It reminds a person of all the things he's been through; it is a sheath of memories and security.

An island can be dreadful for someone from outside. Everything is complete, and everyone has his obstinate, sure and self-sufficient place. Within their shores, everything functions according to rituals that are as hard as rock from repetition, and at the same time they amble through their days as whimsically and casually as if the world ended at the horizon.

One can't be too dangerous, if they like to eat pancakes. Especially with jam on it.

You can't ever be really free if you admire somebody too much.

There are those who stay at home and those who go away, and it has always been so. Everyone can choose for himself, but he must choose while there is still time and never change his mind.