One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love - any love - reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.

Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends

Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.

Childhood is not only the childhood we really had but also the impressions we formed of it in our adolescence and maturity. That is why childhood seems so long. Probably every period of life is multiplied by our reflections upon the next.

Woman gives herself as a prize to the weak and as a prop to the strong and no man ever has what he should.

There comes a day when, for someone who has persecuted us, we feel only indifference, a weariness at his stupidity. Then we forgive him.

Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.