Forgive me," he went on. "For a long time I have had the peculiar habit of not arriving but appearing.

All lovers unconsciously establish their own rules of the game, which from the outset admit of no transgression.

And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.

Is not parody the eternal lot of man?

nothing yet. I've been waiting." "for what?" she made no response. she could not tell him that she had been waiting for him.

Humanity's true moral test, its fundamental test…consists of its attitude towards those who are at its mercy: animals.

The great European novel started out as entertainment, and every true novelist is nostalgic for it. In fact, the themes of those great entertainments are terribly serious-think of Cervantes!