"Pick me up," is the message of a person who keeps falling. Tomas kept picking her up, patiently.

The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.

The stupidity of people comes from having an answer for everything. The wisdom of the novel comes from having a question for everything.

There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time. Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless.

Those who consider the Devil to be a partisan of Evil and angels to be warriors for Good accept the demagogy of the angels. Things are clearly more complicated.

Dreaming is not merely an act of communication; it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that is a value in itself.

Her drama was a drama not of heaviness but of lightness. What fell to her lot was not the burden but the unbearable lightness of being.

The worst thing is not that the world is unfree, but that people have unlearned their liberty.

When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.

In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.

Memory does not make films, it makes photographs.

Memories extend our lives backward through time, making them feel longer.

Satan wants you to die, but Jesus wants you to live.

Success is often followed by failure. Yesterday's victory doesn't win today's battle.

3 A.M. isn't a time for sleep when the silhouette of you is breathing next to me.

It is only where the light and shadow meet, we can see the beauty of both the light and the shadow!

All other swindlers upon earth are nothing compared to self-swindlers.

The future will either be green or not at all.

I follow no doctrine. I don't belong to a church or a temple or a synagogue or an ashram.

I find that I'm at my least creative point when I am doing something that I've done in repetition and I know all the rules - I never break the rules because I know them.

In prayer the lips ne'er act the winning part, Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.