She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

The truth is that everyone is bored, and devotes himself to cultivating habits.

Big tears of frustration and exhaustion were streaming down his cheeks. But because of all the wrinkles, they weren't dripping off. They spread out and ran together again, leaving a watery film over his ruined face.

I know that man is capable of great deeds. But if he isn't capable of great emotion, well, he leaves me cold.

To create today is to create dangerously. Any publication is an act, and that act exposes one to the passions of an age that forgives nothing.

That is love, to give away everything, to sacrifice everything, without the slightest desire to get anything in return.3

What would become of the world if the condemned started to confide their heartaches to the executioners?