No one described him better than he did when someone accused him of being rich. “No, not rich, ” he said. “I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.

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.

To be relevant, you must seek knowledge.

The trick for introverts is to honor their styles instead of allowing themselves to be swept up by prevailing norms.

The acquirements of science maybe termed the armor of the mind.

Nothing about my life or my career has been linear.

The more we live with what we imagine others think of us, the less we live with truth.

A theory is just a mathematical model to describe the observations.

Jump for joy as we accomplish the dreams we adore.

I believe a writer's most important skill lies in being able to see things from different perspectives.

Quing-Jao: I am a slave to the gods, and I rejoice in it. Jane: A slave who rejoices is a slave indeed.

I'm not going to hold my breath because life goes on. Life is too short to sit around moaning about what could have been or what was.