No, not rich. I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.

Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.

Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.

Fiction was invented the day Jonas arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale.

He who awaits much can expect little.

The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.