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.

Sad company is bad company.

But what had happened, had happened, and it was no longer possible to right anything.

Yes, if you're looking for infinity, just close your eyes!

A route differs from a road not only because it is solely intended for vehicles, but also because it is merely a line that connects one point with another. A route has no meaning in itself; its meaning derives entirely from the two points that it connects. A road is a tribute to space. Every stretch of road has meaning in itself and invites us to stop. A route is the triumphant devaluation of space, which thanks to it has been reduced to a mere obstacle to human movement and a waste of time.

Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent.

Eroticism is like a dance: one always leads the other.