I did not find him absurd. I saw he was kind, that he was on the verge of real love. I thought it would be nice for me to be in love with him, too.

I feel sorry for men. They have more problems than women, because they now have to compete with women.

Writing is just having a sheet of paper, a pen and not a shadow of an idea of what you are going to say.

If you don't have imagination you're lost. But it's a virtue that's becoming increasingly rare, especially in its higher form: spontaneity. Mad, happy spontaneity.

I have loved to the point of madness; That which is called madness, That which to me, Is the only sensible way to love.

Every little girl knows about love. It is only her capacity to suffer because of it that increases.

All my life, I will continue obstinately to write about love, solitude and passion among the kind of people I know. The rest don't interest me.