Alcohol doesn't console, it doesn't fill up anyone's psychological gaps, all it replaces is the lack of God. It doesn't comfort man. On the contrary, it encourages him in his folly, it transports him to the supreme regions where he is master of his own destiny.

I have never waited for anything the way I've waited for today, when nothing will happen.

Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.

When a woman drinks it's as if an animal were drinking, or a child. Alcoholism is scandalous in a woman, and a female alcoholic is rare, a serious matter. It's a slur on the divine in our nature.

In heterosexual love there's no solution. Man and woman are irreconcilable, and it's the doomed attempt to do the impossible, repeated in each new affair, that lends heterosexual love its grandeur.

It's only women who are not really quite women at all, frivolous women who have no idea, who neglect repairs.

When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you.