Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.
What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.
A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.
Necessity has the face of a dog.
Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.
The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.
The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own, serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less… (read more)
Everything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me.