Hearts live by being wounded.

I come with empty hands and the desire to unbuild walls.

Behind every successful man stands a surprised mother-in-law.

If one believes that words are acts$$$ as I do$$$ then one must hold writers responsible for what their words do.

No$$$ I don't mean love$$$ when I say patriotism. I mean fear. The fear of the other. And its expressions are political$$$ not poetical: hate$$$ rivalry$$$ aggression.

The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words.

There's a point$$$ around the age of twenty$$$ when you have to choose whether to be like everybody else the rest of your life$$$ or to make a virtue of your peculiarities.

A profound love between two people involves$$$ after all$$$ the power and chance of doing profound hurt.

Never lose a chance of saying a kind word.

Love doesn't just sit there$$$ like a stone$$$ it has to be made$$$ like bread; remade all the time$$$ made new.