Out of every hundred people, those who always know better: fifty-two.

No one in my family has ever died of love. What happened, happened, but nothing myth-inspiring.

Get to know other worlds, if only for comparison.

We're extremely fortunate not to know precisely the kind of world we live in. One would have to live a long, long time, unquestionably longer than the world itself.

Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious; they don't like to joke.

Four billion people on this earth, but my imagination is still the same. It's bad with large numbers. It's still taken by particularity. It flits in the dark like a flashlight, illuminating only random faces while all the rest go blindly by, never coming to mind and never really missed. . . . I can't tell you how much I pass over in silence.

They say the first love's most important. That's very romantic, but not my experience.