Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.

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

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.

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

The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to - look the other way.

A vague uneasiness: the police. It's like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.

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