"The landscape holds its breath, waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever does."
He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.
"She was free in her wildness, she was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city."
"Writing is a way to make sense of our struggles."