In order to exist, man must rebel, but rebellion must respect the limits that it discovers in itself - limits where minds meet, and in meeting, begin to exist.

If nothing had any meaning, you would be right. But there is something that still has a meaning.

[Love] is the type of disease that spares neither the intelligent nor the idiotic.

Life can be magnificent and overwhelming -- that is the whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would almost be easy to live.

There's the risk of being loved...and that would keep me from being happy.

There was the same dazzling red glare. The sea gasped for air with each shallow, stifled wave that broke on the sand. ...with every blade of light that flashed off the sand, from a bleached shell or a peice of broken glass, my jaws tightened. I walked for a long time.

God put self-pity by the side of despair like the cure by the side of the disease.