Onanists breaking a sweat on monkeys, ponies, birds;
Life will defend itself no matter how smallit is
A problem of the soul, a heaviness of the heart, a darkness of the conscience
You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further atta...
You can get used to anything - haven't I already said that? Isn't that what all survivors say?
Why do people move? What makes them uproot and leave everything they've known for a great unknown beyond the horizon? ... The answer is the same the world over: people move in the hope of a better lif...
When the final moment came, signalled to him by the dramatic stoppage of her loud, rasping breathing (whereas their son had departed so quietly, like the petals of a flower falling off), he felt like...
When I was your age, I lived in bed, racked with polio. I asked myself every day, ‘Where is God? Where is God? Where is God?’ God never came. It wasn’t God who saved me—it was medicine. Reason is my p...
We fight no matter the cost of battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the very end. It is not the question of courage. It is something constitutional, an ability to let...
We fight and fight and fight. We fight no matter the cost of battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the very end. It's not a question of courage. It's something constitu...
To my mind, faith is like being in the sun. When you are in the sun, can you avoid creating a shadow? Can you shake that area of darkness that clings to you, always shaped like you, as if constantly t...
To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing—I’m sorry, I would rather not go on.
To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches.
To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures to people the tree of your li...
To lookout with idle hope is tantamount to dreaming one’s life away.
This story has a happy ending.
Scegliere il dubbio come filosofia di vita equivale ad eleggere l'immobilità a proprio mezzo di trasporto.
No one dies of nausea, but it can seriously sap the will to live.
I wish I could convey the perfection of a seal slipping into water or a spider monkey swinging from point to point or a lion merely turning it's head. But language founders in such seas. Better to pic...
I was weeping because Richard Parker left me so unceremoniously. It broke my heart… After all we had been through he didn’t even look back. But I have to believe in his eyes there was more than my own...