Nothing is more repugnant to me than brotherly feelings grounded in the common baseness people see in one another.

If I hadn't met you, I'd certainly have fallen in love with him.

If I had two lives, in one life I could invite her to stay at my place, and in the second life I could kick her out. Then I could compare and see which had been the best thing to do. But we only live once. Life's so light. Like an outline we can't ever fill in or correct... make any better. It's frightening".

For the body is temporal and thought is eternal and the shimmering essence of flame is an image of thought.

Laughter, on the other hand, " Petrarch went on, "is an explosion that tears us away from the world and throws us back into our own cold solitude. Joking is a barrier between man and the world. Joking is the enemy of love and poetry. That's why I tell you yet again, and you want to keep in mind: Boccaccio doesn't understand love. Love can never be laughable. Love has nothing in common with laughter.

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

I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.