In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?

People come to Paris, to the capital, to give their lives a sense of belonging, of an almost mythical participation in society.

Their voices reach out into the empty yard, plunge deep into the hills, go right through the heart.

The woman is the home. That's where she used to be, and that's where she still is. You might ask me, What if a man tries to be part of the home -- will the woman let him? I answer yes. Because the he becomes one of the children.

...as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened.

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

Journalism without a moral position is impossible. Every journalist is a moralist. It's absolutely unavoidable.