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?

Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we've ever met.

We, her children, are heroic, dersperate.

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

Some people are like that - closed - they can't learn from anyone. Us, for example, we can't learn anything, neither I from you nor you from me, nor from anyone, nor from anything, nor from what happens.

For that's what a woman, a mother wants - to teach her children to take an interest in life. She knows it's safer for them to be interested in other people's happiness than to believe in their own.

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