Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.

But sometimes it takes more courage to live than to shoot yourself.

The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.

When I was young, I expected from people more than they could give: neverending friendship and constant excitement. Now I expect less than they can actually can give: to stay close silently. And their feelings, friendship, noble deeds always seem like a miracle to me: a true grace.

maybe she had become tired of being the girlfriend of a condemned man. It also occured to me that maybe she was sick, or dead. These things happen. [...] Anyway, after that, remembering Marie meant nothing to me. That seemed perfectly normal to me, since I understood very well that people would forget me when I was dead.

From the evening breeze to this hand on my shoulder, everything has its truth.

Travel, which is like a greater and a graver science, brings us back to ourselves.