There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic. The boundary between them is not clearly defined.

One grows out of pity when it's useless.

I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold.

Beware of those who say: "I know this too well to be able to express it." For if they cannot do so, this is because they don't know it or because out of laziness they stopped at the outer crust.

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.

I have not stopped loving that which is sacred in this world.

Nothing in life is worth, turning your back on, if you love it.