Love is a desire for that lost half of ourselves.

Young is the one that plunges in the future and never looks back.

[Kafka] transformed the profoundly antipoetic material of a highly bureaucratized society into the great poetry of the novel; he transformed a very ordinary story of a man who cannot obtain a promised job . . . into myth, into epic, into a kind of beauty never before seen.

Jealousy isn't a pleasant quality, but if it isn't overdone (and if it's combined with modesty), apart from its inconvenience there's even something touching about it.

Love is a continual interrogation. I don’t know of a better definition of love.

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

We go through the present blindfolded... Only later, when the blindfold is removed and we examine the past, do we realize what we've been through and understand what it means.