Wherever there’s hope there’s a trial.

Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of...

People with dark souls have nothing but dark dreams. People with really dark souls do nothing but dream,

We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.

True, luck may rule over parts of a person’s life and luck may cast patches of shadow across the ground of our being, but where there’s a WILL– much less a strong will to swim...

It was as if-this is something I thought of only later, of course-she was gently peeling bcd one layer after another hat covered a person’s heart, a very sensual feeling.

I’ve been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.

The whole terrible fight occured in the area of imagination. That is the precise location of our battlefield. It is there, that we experience our victories and defeats.

Smrt postoji ne kao suprotnost života već kao njegov deo.

To be a Russian writer at the end of the nineteenth century must have meant bearing an inescapably bitter fate. The more they tried to escape from Russia, the more deeply Russia swallowed them.

No era mi brazo lo que ella buscaba, sino el brazo de alguien. No era mi calor lo que ella necesitaba, sino el calor de alguien. Entonces sentía algo rayando en la culpabilidad por ser...

No creas que estoy enfadada contigo. Sólo estoy triste. Por que tú has sido muy amable conmigo, y, a cambio, no he sabido ayudarte. Tú siempre estás encerrado en tu propio mundo y, cuando llamo...

The little things are important, Mr. Wind-Up Bird,

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping across the plains—flattening everything in its path, tossing things up...

I’m your phantom dance partner. I’m your shadow. I’m not anything more.

Unable to sleep after the others had drowsed off, I crawled out of the tent and lay on the ground, looking at the sky. Now and then, a shooting star would trace a bright arc...

Anyhow, I took every stitch of clothing off and got out of bed. And I got down on my knees on the floor in the white moonlight. The heat was off and the room must...

But metaphors help eliminate what separates you and me.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from...

I don’t know what it means to live.

There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night.

I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.

He would eventually have to pass through the forest, but he felt no fear. Of course – the forest was inside him, he knew, and it made him who he was.

Colors shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over...

I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.

What we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small realities.

It’s not me but the world that’s deranged.

The very thought of such people’s intolerant worldview, their inflated sense of self superiority, and their callous imposition of their own beliefs on others was enough to fill her with rage.

Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value.

Looking up at [the sky], I think about the October evening world, where ‘people’ must be going about their lives. Beneath that pale autumn light, they must be walking down streets, going to the store...

It was a stillness so profound one had to adjust one’s hearing to it…..The silence seemed to be trying to tell him something about itself.

Each “way of thinking” has its own shape and color, which wax and wane like the moon.

Energies expended on sideshows, never on the main event. Where the hell was the main event? Was there a main event?

And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love. 

Being all alone is like the feeling you get when you stand at the mouth of a large river on a rainy evening and watch the water flow into the sea. Have you ever done...

Life: I’ll never understand it.

The ones who did it can always rationalize their actions and even forget what they did. They can turn away from things they don’t want to see. But the surviving victims can never forget. They...

The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.

Even at a time like this, the street is bright enough and filled with people coming and going—people with places to go and people with no place to go; people with a purpose and people...

So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal theloss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us – that’ssnatched right out of our hands – even if we...

According to Aristophanes in Plato’s The Banquet, in the ancient world of legend there were three types of people.In ancient times people weren’t simply male or female, but one of three types : male/male, male/female...

Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.

Exactly. The characteristics of the package determine the nature of the contents, not the other way around.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted...

The people who build high, strong fences are the ones who survive the best. You deny that reality only at the risk of being driven into the wilderness yourself.

Don’t you see? You and he might never cross paths again. Of course, a chance meeting could occur, and I hope it happens. I really do, for your sake. But realistically speaking, you have to...

Human beings are ultimately nothing but carriers-passageways- for genes. They ride us into the ground like racehorses from generation to generation. Genes don’t think about what constitutes good or evil. They don’t care whether we...

Let your body work until it is spent, but keep your mind for yourself.

Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.