Storms probably exist only because after them we can have a sunrise.

The thing about God, she thought, is that He usually does help, but not until you've made an effort on your own.

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.

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

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

Lie on the bridge and watch the water flowing past. Or run, or wade through the swamp in your red boots. Or roll yourself up and listen to the rain falling on the roof. It's very easy to enjoy yourself.

For a while she considered being ill, but she changed her mind.