...the characters in my books all resemble each other. They live, with minor variations, the same moments, the same perils, and when I speak of them, my language, which is inspired by them, repeats the same poems in the same tone.

Love makes use of the worst traps. The least noble. The rarest. It exploits coincidence.

Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel.

When we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.

They spent their time doing nothing... they let intimacy fuse them.

Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.

One can hear all that's going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what's going on in this house.