“A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.”

“The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.”

“He loved the desert because there the wind blew out one's footsteps like candle flames.”

“One word ‘love’ has to do service for so many different kinds of the same animal.”

“But I love to feel events overlapping each other, crawling over one another like wet crabs in a basket”

“There is no pain compared to that of loving a woman who makes her body accessible to one and yet who is incapable of delivering her true self -- because she does not know where to find it.”

“The world is like a cucumber—today it's in your hand, tomorrow up your arse.”