Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

• Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
• If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.
• It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.
• Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
• I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
• I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.
• Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
• Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
• People living deeply have no fear of death.
• I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.