We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking.

He seemed so certain about everything, didn't he? And yet none of his certainties was worth one hair of a woman's head. He wasn't even sure he was alive, because he was living like a dead man.

We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.

We're all special cases.

Greatness consists in trying to be great. There is no other way.

At that time, I often thought that if I had had to live in the trunk of a dead tree, with nothing to do but look up at the sky flowing overhead, little by little I would have gotten used to it.

An intense feeling carries with it its own universe, magnificent or wretched as the case may be.