When we open ourselves you yourself to me and I myself to you, when we submerge you into me and I into you when we vanish into me you and into you I Then am I me and you are you.

There's no need to talk about it, because the truth of what one says lies in what one does.

Bravery is good when the cause is good.

So I was still guilty. And if I was not guilty because one cannot be guilty of betraying a criminal, then I was guilty of having loved a criminal.

The Odyssey is the story of motion both purposeful and purposeless, successful and futile. What else is the history of law?

In the past, I had particularly loved her smell. She always smelled freshed, freshly washed or of freshed laundry or fresh sweat or freshly loved

Desires, memories, fears, passions form labyrinths in which we lose and find and then lose ourselves again.