You think that just because it's already happened, the past is finished and unchangeable? Oh no, the past is cloaked in multicolored taffeta and every time we look at it we see a different hue.

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

The body was a cage, and inside that cage was something which looked, listened, feared, thought and marveled; that something, that remainder left over after the body had been accounted for, was the soul.

Culture is perishing in overproduction, in an avalanche of words, in the madness of quantity.

Children are the future, because mankind is moving more and more towards infancy.

The rediscovered path, where were left the traces of childhood's lost steps.

The only relationship that can make both partners happy is one in which sentimentality has no place and neither partner makes any claim on the life and freedom of the other.