The worst mistakes I've made have been the ones directed by sweet-natured hopefulness.

You are a real find and you keep me satisfied, up to a point. After all, I'm a malcontent and you can't change that.

You know, there's something heartsick about parties like this. Look at us. We're all pretending to be smart, as if intelligence were the cure for our anguish.

My God, the corruptions of literature. It put all these notions into our heads.

As the poet says, all happy couples are alike, it's the unhappy ones who create the stories. I'm no longer a story. Happiness has made me fade into real life.

Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream.

In truth, there are only two realities: the one for people who are in love or love each other, and the one for people who are standing outside all that.