Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love.

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.

My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.

In every relationship, sooner or later, there is a court scene. Accusations, counter-accusations, a trial, a verdict.

The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation.

Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.

What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.