Why are we fated to love those we cannot have ...?

To know, finally, what love is and not be allowed fulfilment ...

All of them. Fated to love in vain.

Now, at last, she understood her great attraction to him. Here was the companion of her spirit. Here, indeed, was love.

She was destroyed many years ago, La Belle, on the cobblestones of the alley beside the opera house ...

Like a brilliant shooting star, she had almost reached her zenith when her light was extinguished.

One day you will meet someone who will show you what you are made of. I only hope it is someone not forbidden to you ...

What takes more courage. To live ... or to die?

I cannot teach anybody anything. I can only make them think

We're both thieves, Harvey Swick. I take time. You take lives. But in the end we're the same: both Thieves of Always.

The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the starsDid wander darkling in the eternal space.

So much of friendship is about being in the right place at the right time.

I am inclined to agree with the Head Master of Eton that pæderastic passions among schoolboys 'do no harm'; further, I think them the only redeeming feature of sexual life at public schools.

When you have a creative mind it doesn't stop going.

The one thing that hinders God is our unbelief.

Arnošt Lustig is one of the leading contemporary Czech fiction writers, and certainly the most important Jewish writer of Bohemia to have survived the Holocaust.

I never thought I would write an autobiography, probably because my first novel, Go Now, is really all drawn from my life, even though it's more about the psychology going on.

What I treasure most in life is being able to dream. During my most difficult moments and complex situations I have been able to dream of a more beautiful future.