“To reflect is to regain a little, lost sense of proportion”

“When you’ve fallen from the sky, been abandoned by your friend, suffered police brutality, metamorphosed into a goat, lost your work as well as your wife, learned the power of hatred and regained human shape, what is there left to do but, as you would no doubt phrase it, demand your rights?”

“She's no flibberti-gibberti mamzell, but a whir-stir-get-lost-sir bundla dynamite!”

“The liveliness of literature lies in its exceptionality, in being the individual, idiosyncratic vision of one human being, in which, to our delight and great surprise, we may find our own vision reflected.”

“The world is full of love stories, and all lovers are in a sense the avatars of their predecessors.”

“Easily found, easily gathered, lives were the small change of this world, and if you lost a few, it didn't matter; there were always more.”

“She watched him recede into the past as he stood...each successive moment of him passing before her eyes and being lost forever.”