And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.

Likewise and during every day of an unillustrious life, time carries us. But a moment always comes when we have to carry it.

And then came human beings; humans wanted to cling but there was nothing to cling to.

Indeed, men never know how to love. nothing satisfies them. All they know is to dream, to imagine new duties, to look for new countries and new homes. While we women, we know that we must hasten to love, to share the same bed, hold hands, and fear absence. When we women love, we dream of nothing.

I knew that I had shattered the harmony of the day, the exceptional silence of a beach where I'd been happy. Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace. And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.

The future is the only kind of property that the masters willingly concede to the slaves.

Beware of those who say: "I know this too well to be able to express it." For if they cannot do so, this is because they don't know it or because out of laziness they stopped at the outer crust.