I'll have to calm down a bit. Or else I'll burst with happiness

One has to discover everything for oneself. And get over it all alone.

It's funny about love', Sophia said. 'The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.' 'That's very true,' Grandmother observed. 'And so what do you do?' 'You go on loving,' said Sophia threateningly. 'You love harder and harder.

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know.

It is simply this: do not tire, never lose interest, never grow indifferent—lose your invaluable curiosity and you let yourself die. It's as simple as that.

Everyone must imagine his own snakes because no one else's snakes can ever be as awful.

Gathering is peculiar, because you see nothing but what you're looking for. If you're picking raspberries, you see only what's red, and if you're looking for bones you see only the white. No matter where you go, the only thing you see is bones.