Somebody has to have the last word. If not, every argument could be opposed by another and we'd never be done with it.

But again and again there comes a time in history when the man who dares to say that two and two make four is punished with death. The schoolteacher is well aware of this. And the question is not one of knowing what punishment or reward attends the making of this calculation. The question is one of knowing whether two and two do make four

how hard it must be to live only with what one knows and what one remembers, cut off from what one hopes for!

what doesn't kill you make you stronger and stronger

Thinking is learning all over again how to see, directing one's consciousness, making of every image a privileged place.

I was comfortable in all, I admit, but at the same time, nothing satisfied me. Each joy made me seek another.

One dies if necessary, one breaks rather than bending. But I bend, because I continue to love myself.