The loved object is simply one that has shared an experience at the same moment of time, narcissistically; and the desire to be near the beloved object is at first not due to the idea of possessing it, but simply to let the two experiences compare themselves, like reflections in different mirrors. All this may precede the first look, kiss, or touch; precede ambition, pride, or envy; precede the first declarations which mark the turning point—for from here love degenerates into habit, possession, and back to loneliness.

Poverty is a great cutter-off and riches a great shutter-off.

It is the duty of every patriot to hate his country creatively.

But I love to feel events overlapping each other, crawling over one another like wet crabs in a basket

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.

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

Gamblers and lovers really play to lose.