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.

he's incapable of suffering for a long time, or being happy for a long time. Which means that he's incapable of anything really worth while.

We're all special cases.

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

For me, physical love has always been bound to an irresistible feeling of innocence and joy. Thus, I cannot love in tears but in exaltation.

I have always felt I lived on the high seas, threatened, at the heart of a royal happiness.

Liberty is dangerous.