She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.

I am convinced that the air we normally breathe is a kind of water, and men and women are a species of fish.

When man has nothing but his will to assert--even his good-will--it is always bullying. Bolshevism is one sort of bullying, capitalism another: and liberty is a change of chains.

And in this passion for understanding her soul lay close to his; she had him all to herself. But he must be made abstract first.

The tragedy is when you've got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.

I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy.

I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.