The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world.

If each one of us could make just one other happy, the whole world would know happiness.

It just happened. As though a moment comes when it's both necessary and natural to make a decision that has long since been made.

The fact that we are I don't know how many millions of people, yet communication, complete communication, is completely impossible between two of those people, is to me one of the biggest tragic themes in the world

And Boucard desisted, probably because like everyone else he was deeply impressed by this man who had laid all ghosts, who had lost all shadows, and who stared you in the eyes with cold serenity.

I adore life but I dont fear death. I just prefer to die as late as possible.

The place smelled of fairgrounds, of lazy crowds, of nights when you stayed out because you couldn't go to bed, and it smelled like New York, of its calm and brutal indifference.