Love is space and time measured by the heart.

The duty and the task of a writer are those of an interpreter.

Until I saw Chardin's painting, I never realized how much beauty lay around me in my parents' house, in the half-cleared table, in the corner of a tablecloth left awry, in the knife beside the empty oyster shell.

Now are the woods all black, But still the sky is blue.

Only imagination and belief can differentiate from the rest certain objects, certain people, and can create an atmosphere.

Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen.

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.