But in order to speak about all and to all, one has to speak of what all know and of the reality common to us all. The seas, rains, necessity, desire, the struggle against death--these are things that unite us all. We resemble one another in what we see together, in what we suffer together. Dreams change from individual, but the reality of the world is common to us all. Striving towards realism is therefore legitimate, for it is basically related to the artistic adventure.

Where would his torture be, indeed, if at every step the hope of succeeding upheld him?

He was conscious of the disastrous fact that love and desire must be expressed in the same way.

Those who love, friends and lovers, know that love is not only a blinding flash, but also a long and painful struggle in the darkness for the realization of definitive recognition and reconciliation.

And indeed it could be said that once the faintest stirring of hope became possible, the dominion of plague was ended.

I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.

There are places where the mind dies so that a truth which is its very denial may be born.