Physical love, so unjustly decried, forces everyone to manifest even the smallest bits of kindness he possesses, of selflessness,that they shine in the eyes of all who surround him.

My destination is no longer a place, rather a new way of seeing.

The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.

The heart does not lie.

A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness.

In reality, in love there is a permanent suffering which joy neutralizes, renders virtual delays, but which can at any moment become what it would have become long earlier if one had not obtained what one wanted -- atrocious.

No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me.