She was a ghost in a strange house that overnight had become immense and solitary and through which she wandered without purpose, asking herself in anguish which one of them was deader: the man who had died or the woman he had left behind.

Become a better person and be sure to know who you are, before meeting someone new and hoping that person knows who you are

Children's lies are signs of great talent.

Don't open that door," she said. "The hallway is full of difficult dreams." And I asked her: "How do you know?" And she told me: "Because I was there a moment ago and I had to come back when I discovered I was sleeping on my heart.

Disbelief is more resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.

It was, at last, real life, with my heart safe and condemned to die of happy love in the joyful agony of any day after my hundredth birthday.

Fame is very agreeable, but the bad thing is that it goes on 24 hours a day.