Can't you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on the bridge, has been to bring myself closer to you.

Some people have difficulty telling the difference between something great and something they've simply heard of.

If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.

I stumbled out into the courtyard to try to flee my misery, but of course we can never flee the misery that is within us.

I could no more have stopped myself from feeling that sadness than you could stop yourself from smelling an apple that has been cut open on the table before you.

At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.

Every man has his destiny. But who needs to go to a fortune-teller to find it? Do I go to a chef to find out if I'm hungry?