Whatever the heart desires, it purchases at the cost of soul

I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.

No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.

Prohibitions create the desire they were intended to cure.

…I once found a list of diseases as yet unclassified by medical science, and among these there occurred the word Islomania, which was described as a rare but by no means unknown affliction of spirit. There are people…who find islands somehow irresistible. The mere knowledge that they are on an island, a little world surrounded by the sea, fills them with an indescribable intoxication. These born “islomanes”…are direct descendents of the Atlanteans

A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.

I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.