Tereza had gone back to sleep; he could not. He pictured her death. She was dead and having terrible nightmares; but because she was dead, he was unable to wake her from them. Yes, that is death: Tereza asleep, having terrible nightmares, and he unable to wake her.

No act is of itself either good or bad. Only its place in the order of things makes it good or bad.

The worth of a human being lies in the ability to extend oneself, to go outside oneself, to exist in and for other people.

Children, Never look Back!" and this meant that we must never allow the future to be weighed down by memory . for children have no past, and that is the whole secret of the magical innocence of their smiles.

But was it love? The feeling of wanting to die beside her was clearly exaggerated: he had seen her only once before in his life! Was it simply the hysteria of a man, who, aware deep down of his inaptitude for love, felt the self-deluding need to simulate it?

Culture is perishing in overproduction, in an avalanche of words, in the madness of quantity.

The combination of a frivolous form and a serious subject immediately unmasks the truth about our dramas.