She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love .

Thinking that it would console him, she took a piece of charcoal and erased the innumerable loves that he still owed her for, and she voluntarily brought up her own most solitary sadnesses so as not to leave him alone in his weeping.

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.

She would defend herself, saying that love, no matter what else it might be, was a natural talent. She would say: You are either born knowing how, or you never know.

When one reaches absolute power, one loses total contact with reality.

The anxiety of falling in love could not find repose except in bed.

They looked like two children," she told me. And that thought frightened her, because she'd always felt that only children are capable of everything.