They courted the face on the screen, the face of translucence, the face of wax on which men found it possible to imprint the image of their fantasy.

There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don't work.

Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.

When I cannot bear outer pressures anymore, I begin to put order in my belongings...As if unable to organize and control my life, I seek to exert this on the world of objects.

He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.

The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.

Compassion for our parents is the true sign of maturity.