Broad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.

I love the night passionately... I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness.

Whatever you want to say, there is only one word to express it, only one verb to give it movement, only one adjective to qualify it.

Were a man to spend only one day in Sicily and ask, "What must one see?" I would answer him without hesitation, "Taormina." It is only a landscape, but a landscape where you find everything on earth that seems made to seduce the eyes, the mind and the imagination.

We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.

History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.

She was the temptress who had ensnared the first man, and who still continued her work at damnation; she was the being who is feeble, dangerous, mysteriously troubling. And even more than her body of perdition, he hated her loving soul.