Great feelings take with them their own universe, splendid or abject.

Whatever prevents you from doing your work has become your work.

Liberty is dangerous.

Find your happiness in yourself.

No doubt our love was still there, but quite simply it was unusable, heavy to carry, inert inside of us, sterile as crime or condemnation. It was no longer anything except a patience with no future and a stubborn wait.

Maman used to say that you can always find something to be happy about. In my prison, when the sky turned red and a new day slipped into my cell, I found out that she was right.

Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.