He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians.

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.

Once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.

All my life, I've been frightened at the moment I sit down to write.

Jealousy knows more than truth does.

It is not that the girl is unfit for everything, it is that she is not of this world.

He said that love was an emotion contra natura that condemned two strangers to a base and unhealthy dependence, and the more intense it was, the more ephemeral.