“The emptiness is so intense, that anything which enters it leaves a trace, something of it remains in space: in the silence, in the whiteness, nothingness becomes peopled, too.”

“Par exemple, tu vois, là, tu crois que tu es en train de me parler, mais peut-être pas. Peut-être que tu imagines que tu me parles, et moi en vrai je ne t'écoute pas. Alors qu'on pourrait se parler directement de soi à soi. Tu vois, il vaut mieux rencontrer l'altérité, quitte à être malheureux, que rester dans sa petite sûreté personnelle. L'essentiel c'est d'avoir des failles. Pas sa petite conscience tranquille. (p154)”

“Elle essaie de former des sons avec sa bouche. Mais ils éclatent comme des bulles, et ne reste qu'une impression blanche, un pli dans quelque chose qui se lisse dès qu'apparu, qui s'efface sitôt pensé. (p245)”

“They had each other and there was a love between them that would withstand anything. Alina and I had always intuited, with no small wry pique, that, although our parents adored us and would do anything for us, they loved each other more. As far as I was concerned, that was the way it should be. Kids grow up, move on and find a love of their own. The empty nest shouldn't leave parents grieving. It should leave them ready and excited to get on with living their own adventure, which would, of course, include many visits to children and grandchildren.”

“Every poem holds the unspeakable inside it. The unsayable... The thing that you can't really say because it's too complicated. It's too complex for us. Every poem has that silence deep in the center of it.”

“He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.”

“Being too consumed in fear all the time will result in poor quality of life”