When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.

To believe in God is to know that all the rules will be fair, and that there will be wonderful surprises.

When I say "I," I mean a thing absolutely unique, not to be confused with any other.

Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.

Each of us is the only person who can give the other what each of us wants to have: Peace.

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.

Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.