And whether or not we had now paid our dues, he was my blessing, and I was his.

I wish I had the power to flip my reality upside down like an hourglass, and that life wasn't a finite affair, but rather a perpetually recurring passage through a hole in time.

Only weak men want women to be weak.

I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said, “at nine o’clock. Don’t open your door to anyone else.” “Not even my balcony door?” “Especially not your balcony door.

By the time we left college, I had become my own image: a dandelion in the flower bed of society. Kinda cute, but still a weed.

Everything we say is a story. But nothing we say is just a story.

Peppo!" I yelled, pulling at my cousin's suspenders. "I really don't want to be arrested, okay?" "Don't worry!" Peppo turned a corner and accelerated as he spoke. "I go too fast for police!

You were right and I was wrong. When life hurts more than death, it is not worth living.

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.

We are all cups, and our destiny is poured according to measures we cannot understand, cannot influence.

When the old men fight, the young people die.

If you’re in the luckiest one per cent of humanity, you owe it to the rest of humanity to think about the other 99 per cent.

Master Salamon usually set off a little later as neither he nor other male members of their community were in the habit of walking on the road alongside their wives.

How very different it would be to live somewhere where people weren't afraid to reveal themselves, where emotion was prized instead of hidden.

Every great masterpiece is a purification of the world.

My plays are made up of long monologues, which is similar to prose working with the language

I am convinced the next major attack against the United States may well be conducted by people with Asian or African faces, not the ones that many Americans are alert to.

If you got what it takes, you'll make it. If you don't, Shakespeare couldn't help you.

You don't have to understand why anything that has happened nor do you even have to understand what it is that has happened. You have only to live with the remains.

Though I may not . . . be able to quote other authors, I shall rely on that which is much greater and more worthy - on experience.

Who is that blond child laughing as he runs after his colored marbles? [my marbles] It's me And who is the poet writing this poem? That blond child who laughed as he ran after his colored marbles