But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

Youth is above all a collection of possibilities.

I sometimes need to write things which I cannot completely control but which therefore prove that what is in me is stronger than I am.

Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.

I do not want to found anything on the incomprehensible. I want to know whether I can live with what I know and with that alone.

But do you know why we are always more just and generous toward the dead? The reason is simple. With them there is no obligation. They leave us free and we can take our time, fit the testimonial between a cocktail party and a nice little mistress, in our spare time, in short.

At one time or another all normal people have wished their loved ones were dead.