It is so.When YOU think so

There is someone who is living my life. And I know nothing about him.

In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.

We all have a world of things inside ourselves and each one of us has his own private world. How can we understand each other if the words I use have the sense and the value that I expect them to have, but whoever is listening to me inevitably thinks that those same words have a different sense and value, because of the private world he has inside himself, too.

Personally, I don't give a rap for documents; for the truth in my eyes is not in them but in the mind.

When the characters are really alive before their author, the latter does nothing but follow them in their action, in their words, in the situations which they suggest to him.

All I'm saying is that you should show some respect for what other people see with their eyes and feel with their fingers, even though it be the exact opposite.