Great novels are always a little more intelligent than their authors.

Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.

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

We all need someone to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under . . . The fourth category, the rarest, is the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. They are the dreamers.

Living is being happy: seeing, hearing, touching, drinking, eating, urinating, defecating, diving into the water and gazing at the sky, laughing and crying.

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

Seeing is limited by two borders: Strong light, which blinds, and total darkness.