[On Paris:] A city never entirely known, yet which gives you the feeling of intimacy, of possessing it intimately.

The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well.

The complaints of the child in us will never cease lamenting until it is consoled, answered, understood. Only then will it lie still in us, like our fears. It will die in peace and leave us what the child leaves to the man - the sense of wonder.

We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art--we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.

Instead of answering her as soon as he saw her hair grow electric, her face more vivid, her eyes like lightning, her body restless and jerky like a racehorse’s, he retired behind this wall of objective understanding, this gentle testing and acceptance of her, just as one watches an animal in the zoo and smiles at his antics, but is not drawn into this mood. It was this which left Lilith in a state of isolation - indeed, like a wild animal in an absolute desert.

The man who was once starved may revenge himself upon the world not by stealing just once, or by stealing only what he needs, but by taking from the world an endless toll in payment of something irreplaceable, which is the lost faith.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.