Jealousy has the amazing power to illuminate a single person in an intense beam of light, keeping the multitude of others in total darkness.

... characters are not born like people, of woman; they are born of a situation, a sentence, a metaphor containing in a nutshell a basic human possibility that the author thinks no one else has discovered or said something essential about.

There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting.

Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's very beautiful. But what would they nourish their intimate talk with? However contemptible the world may be, they still need it to be able to talk together.

The novelist's ambition is not to do something better than his predecessors but to see what they did not see, say what they did not say.

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.

Yes, it's a well-known fact about you: you're like death, you take everything.