Yes, it was too late, and Sabina knew she would leave Paris, move on, and on again, because were she to die here they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable.

Since the insignificance of all things is our lot, we should not bear it as an affliction but learn to enjoy it.

what's the matter?" he asked "nothing" "what do you want me to do for you?" "i want you to be old. ten years older. twenty years older" what she meant was: i want you to be weak. as weak as i am.

The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history.

A man who loses his privacy loses everything. And a man who gives it up of his own free will is a monster.

The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history. Then have somebody write new books, manufacture a new culture, invent a new history. Before long that nation will begin to forget what it is and what it was... The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.

The worth of a human being lies in the ability to extend oneself, to go outside oneself, to exist in and for other people.