You alone became the outer surface of my life, the side I never see, and you will be that, the unknown part of me, until I die.

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.

Men like women who write. Even though they don't say so. A writer is a foreign country.

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

It’s not that you have to achieve anything, it’s that you have to get away from where you are.

Alcohol doesn't console, it doesn't fill up anyone's psychological gaps, all it replaces is the lack of God.

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