We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.

For you and for me the highest moment, the keenest joy, is not when our minds dominate but when we lose our minds, and you and I both lose it in the same way, through love.

The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his mouth, his breath on my vision like human breath blinding a mirror.

There is an ugliness in being paid for work one does not like.

Sometimes I think of Paris not as a city but as a home.

the cynic is a coward. He foresees all barrenness so that barrenness can never surprise him.

We three belong to the Middle Ages. We have this need of heroism, and there is no place for such feelings in modern life. That is our tragedy. Once I wanted to be a saint. It seemed the only absolute act left to do, for what is most powerful in me is the craving for purity, greatness.