It is a well-known fact that we always recognize our homeland at the moment we are about to lose it.

In fact, other people create for lack of power. I, on the other hand, do not need a work: I live.

They came to know the incorrigible sorrow of all prisoners and exiles, which is to live in company with a memory that serves no purpose.

The end of their passion consists of loving uselessly at the moment when it is pointless.

I do not believe in God and I am not an atheist.

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

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.