Love has nothing to do with good reasons.

His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed.

To criticize is to appreciate, to appropriate, to take intellectual possession, to establish in fine a relation with the criticized thing and to make it one's own.

If you haven't had your life what have you had?

You wanted to look at life for yourself - but you were not allowed; you were punished for your wish. You were ground in the very mill of the conventional.

The house of fiction has in short not one window, but a million, ... but they are, singly, as nothing without the posted presence of the watcher.

Always keep a window in the attic open; not just cracked: open.