Nothing dreamed is ever lost, and nothing lost forever.
It's never too late to come home, he said, and pulled me gently, insistently toward him.All you have to do...is stop moving away.
It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her.
I don't think that white collar gives you sole right of access to the divine.
Fiction is a tower of glass built from a million tiny truths, grains of sand fused together to make a single, gleaming lie.
Anything that can be dreamed is true.
No point carrying useless ballast. It won't change a thing.
The wind always brings us back to the same wall
Polite contempt. The barbed and poisonous weapon of the righteous.
Places have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same.
Garden work clears the mind.
Everything comes home, my mother used to say; every word spoken, every shadow cast, every footprint in the sand. It can't be helped; it's part of what makes us who we are.
Divination is a means of telling ourselves what we already know.
All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart.
After all, words are what remain when all the deeds have been done. Words can shatter faith; start a war; change the course of history. A story can make your heart beat faster; topple walls; scale mou...
You may be a foreigner, but you have the heart of a Frenchman.
When the going gets tough, choose your cliché.
Weeds and wheat cannot grow peacefully together. Any gardener could tell you the same thing.
There's also a lot of random stuff about poetry, flowers and lute music, plus kissing and cuddling (lots of this), wearing similar outfits, talking incessantly about the current object of devotion, an...
The dead know everything but they don't give a damn.