To write is to descend, to excavate, to go underground.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

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.

... only love begets love.

Creation which cannot express itself becomes madness.

Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.

I have seen romanticism outlast the realistic. I have seen men forget the beautiful women they have possessed, forget the prostitutes, and remember the first woman they idolized, the woman they could never have. The woman who aroused them romantically holds them.