Long only for what you have.

I would like the events never to be told directly by the author, but rather to be introduced (and several times, from various angles) by those among the characters on whom they will have had any effect. I would like those events, in the account they will make of them, to appear slightly distorted; a kind of interest stems, for the reader, from the simple fact that he should need to restore. The story requires his collaboration in order to properly take shape.

It is the special quality of love not to be able to remain stationary, to be obliged to increase under pain of diminishing.

To be sure, theory is useful. But without warmth of heart and without love it bruises the very ones it claims to save.

The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity.

Seize from every moment its unique novelty, and do not prepare your joys.

Nothing blocks happiness like happiness remembered.