There was a house at the foot of the tower, close to the thunder of the waves breaking against the cliffs, where love was more intense because it seemed like a shipwreck.

Hate and love are reciprocal passions.

I have never done anything except write, but I don't possess the vocation or talents of a narrator, have no knowledge at all of the laws of dramatic composition, and if I have embarked upon this enterprise it is because I trust in the light shed by how much I have read in my life.

What is essential, therefore, is not that you no longer believe, but that God continues to believe in you.

And both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love.

The world is divided into those who screw and those who do not. He distrusted those who did not—when they strayed form the straight and narrow it was something so unusual for them that they bragged about love as if they had just invented it.

Just because someone does not love you as you want, it does not mean that you do not love with all his being.