A book is a fragile creature. It suffers the wear of time, it fears rodents, the elements, clumsy hands.

I suspect that there is no serious scholar who doesn’t like to watch television. I’m just the only one who confesses.

It is clear that when you write a story that takes place in the past, you try to show what really happened in those times. But you are always moved by the suspicion that you are also showing something about our contemporary world.

"Then we are living in a place abandoned by God," I said, disheartened. "Have you found any places where God would have felt at home?" William asked me, looking down from his great height.

The Devil is not the Prince of Matter; the Devil is the arrogance of the spirit, faith without smile, truth that is never seized by doubt. The Devil is grim because he knows where he is going, and, in moving, he always returns whence he came.

With all of its defects, the global market makes war less likely, even between the USA and China.

The truth is a young maiden as modest as she is beautiful, and therefore she is always seen cloaked.