We suffer, therefore we think.

Fiction allows us to tell truths that are too slippery for nonfiction.

The ability to be alone is the ability to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it's not. It is an existential truth: only those who can be alone are able to love, to share, to go into the deepest core of another human being—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.

Silence is not the absence of sound, but the presence of something deeper.