Each man is master of his own death and all that we can do when the time comes is to help him die without fear of pain.

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.

Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don't last your whole life.

He was still too young to know that the heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.

and the two of them loved each other for a long time in silence without making love again.

Be calm. God awaits you at the door.

he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.

wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.

In her final years she would still recall the trip that, with the perverse lucidity of nostalgia, became more and more recent in her memory.

One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.

One had to live a long time to know a man's true nature.

We live only for the hope of love.

The guitar was my weapon, my shield to hide behind.

I'm in an on-off relationship at the moment.

This story is true. Of course, there are many lies therein and most of it did not happen, but it's all true. In that sense it is deeply religious, perhaps even biblical.

My parents were incredibly inclusive.

Maybe they notice me wincing whenever I hear them say it, but I don't know: there are all sorts of reasons I could be wincing. Life is a wince-a-thon.

I just kind of assumed that you do a movie and then you leave and you hop onto the next thing. I never thought that people are actually buddies.

To live long, live slowly.

What others say and do is a projection of their own reality.

Every man's own character is written so all who will may read it, in the expression of his eyes, the tone of his voice, the posture of his body, the style of his clothes, and the nature of his deeds!