... there are two types of happiness and I have chosen that of the murderers. For I am happy. There was a time when I thought I had reached the limit of distress. Beyond that limit, there is a sterile and magnificent happiness.

It occurred to me that anyway one more Sunday was over that Maman was buried now, that I was going back to work, and that, really, nothing had changed.

Although it was the middle of winter, I finally realized that, within me, summer was inextinguishable.

In Holland, everyone is an expert in painting and in tulips.

The revolutionary government was required to become the government of the war.

To think is first of all to create a world (or to limit one's own world, which comes to the same thing).

Human relationships always help us to carry on because they always presuppose further developments, a future - and also because we live as if our only task was precisely to have relationships with other people.