To Foreswear vengeance is to chain oneself to forgiveness, to flounder in pardon, to be tainted by the hatred smothered within.

The Art of Love: knowing how to combine the temperament of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.

There was a time when time did not yet exist. … The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

After having struggled madly to solve all problems, after having suffered on the heights of despair, in the supreme hour of revelation, you will find that the only answer, the only reality, is silence.

We are afraid of the enormity of the possible.

Whenever I happen to be in a city of any size, I marvel that riots do not break out everyday: Massacres, unspeakable carnage, a doomsday chaos. How can so many human beings coexist in a space so confined without hating each other to death?

The true hero fights and dies in the name of his destiny, and not in the name of a belief.