Memory does not make films, it makes photographs.

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.

The longing for order is at the same time a longing for death, because life is an incessant disruption of order.

We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.

a man possessed with peace is always smiling

At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love.

Only the most naive of questions are truly serious.