Don't think I'm talking nonsense because I'm drunk. I'm not a bit drunk. Brandy's all very well, but I need two bottles to make me drunk.

... you can never be sure of what has passed between husband and wife or lover and mistress.

Men do not accept their prophets and slay them, but they love their martyrs and worship those whom they have tortured to death.

I'm drunk but truthful.

He does not like showing his feelings and would rather do a cruel thing than open his heart freely.

My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?

Dreams seem to be spurred on not by reason but by desire, not by the head but by the heart, and yet what complicated tricks my reason has played sometimes in dreams.