I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can't love and do nothing.

Unfortunately the innocent are always involved in any conflict. Always, everywhere, there is some voice crying from a tower.

In the taxi I let my hand lie on her leg like a promise, but I had no intention of keeping my promise.

In our hearts there is a ruthless dictator, ready to contemplate the misery of a thousand strangers if it will ensure the happiness of the few we love.

Death will come in any case, and there is a long afterwards if the priests are right and nothing to fear if they are wrong.

With Your great schemes, You ruin our happiness like a harvester ruins a mouse's nest: I hate You, God, I hate You as though You existed.

I'm only saying I want you to be happy. I hate your being unhappy. I don't mind anything you do that makes you happy." You just want an excuse. If I sleep with anybody else, you feel you can do the same - any time." That's neither here nor there. I want you to be happy, that's all." You'd make my bed for me?" Perhaps.