..he read whatever came his way, as if it had been ordained by fate, ..

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.

The best of what we are lies in what we hope to be

The world is a giant zoo. The trouble is, not all of the animals are civilized.

Storytellers don't show, they tell. I'm sticking with that.

If I'm feeling that I have an angle or something to say or something where in a way I'm having a conversation with myself, that's immensely pleasurable.

Love me tender, love me true, all my dreams fulfill. For my darling, I love you, and I always will.

Color is for me the purest form of expression, the purest abstract reality.

At the weekend, one of the paparazzi left their lunch box filled with half-eaten pasta salad on my doorstep: it was like a little warning, you know? 'We have been here.'

I'm pretty, but I'm not beautiful.

We all do what we can, and it has to be good enough, and if it isn't good enough, it has to do.