And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.

Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.

Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.

They were words that came out of nothing, but they seemed to him somehow significant. He muttered them over again.

Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.

Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.

I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.