When graves are covered with stones, the dead can no longer get out. But the dead can't go out anyway! What difference does it make whether they're covered with soil or stones?

Love is a battle, and I plan to go on fighting. To the end.

This is the real and the only reason for friendship: to provide a mirror so the other person can contemplate his image from the past, which, without the eternal blah-blah of memories between pals, would long ago have disappeared.

All lovers unconsciously establish their own rules of the game, which from the outset admit of no transgression.

A single metaphor can give birth to love.

Joking is a barrier between man and the world. Joking is the enemy of love and poetry.

We all need someone to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under . . . The fourth category, the rarest, is the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. They are the dreamers.