The painful secret of gods and kings is that men are free, Aegistheus. You know it and they do not.

Something begins in order to end: an adventure doesn't let itself be extended it achieves significance only through its death.

We make our own hell out of the people around us.

I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.

Once we know and are aware, we are responsible for our action and our inaction. We can do something about it or ignore it. Either way, we are still responsible.

It's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don't do it.

Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them... there is nothing.