I feel a frantic desire to free myself. To start all over again and in another way.

I feel a frantic desire to free myself. To start all over again and in another way.

Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something - love - from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.

I think I am a much better actor than I have allowed myself to be.

When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ... Love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

Suspending moral judgment is not the immorality of the novel; it is its morality.