I don't think I could love you so much if you had nothing to complain of and nothing
to regret. I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and of little value. Life hasn't revealed its beauty to them.
How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.
About dreams. It is usually taken for granted that you dream of something that has made a particularly strong impression on you during the day, but it seems to me it´s just the contrary. Often it´s something you paid no attention to at the time -- a vague thought that you didn´t bother to think out to the end, words spoken without feeling and which passed unnoticed -- these are the things that return at night, clothed in flesh and blood, and they become the subjects of dreams, as if to make up for having been ignored during waking hours.
To be a woman is a great adventure;
To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the "blaze of passion" often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.
You and I, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.
Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.