Our ignorance of history makes us libel our own times. People have always been like this.

Some details escaped her, but the regret remained with her.

I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.

When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women.

The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel.

Sadness is a vice.