Everything is there: the love of Art.

On spinach: I dislike it, and am happy to dislike it because if I liked it I would eat it, and I cannot stand it.

There are some men whose only mission among others is to act as intermediaries; one crosses them like bridges and keeps going.

By trying to understand everything, everything makes me dream

Boredom, that silent spider, was spinning its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.

There are three thing in the world I love most: the sea, Hamlet, and Don Giovanni.

There comes a point at which you stop writing and think all the more