Oh well, perhaps when you're my age you'll know the heart is an untrustworthy beast.The mind too,but it doesn't talk about love.

Oh well, perhaps when you're my age you'll know the heart is an untrustworthy beast.The mind too,but it doesn't talk about love.

I don't care a damn about men who are loyal to the people who pay them, to organizations...I don't think even my country means all that much. There are many countries in our blood, aren't there, but only one person. Would the world be in the mess it is if we were loyal to love and not to countries?

A major character has to come somehow out of the unconscious.

In the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship.

...every monologue sooner or later becomes a discussion.

We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.