Finally, and most of all, words failed him.
Thoughts of suicide have got me through many a bad night.
Over there, in Europe, all was shame and anger. Here it was exile or solitude, among these languid and agitated madmen who danced in order to die.
No matter how the sun shone, the sea held forth no more promises.
My dear friend, we mustn't give them even the slightest excuse to judge us! Otherwise, we end up in pieces.
Any country where I am not bored is a country that teaches me nothing.