Suspending moral judgment is not the immorality of the novel; it is its morality.

Only animals were not expelled from Paradise.

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

He was well aware that of the two of three thousand times he had made love (how many times had he made love in his life?) only two or three were really essential and unforgettable. The rest were mere echoes, imitations, repetitions, or reminiscences.

Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.

But which was the real me? Let me be perfectly honest: I was a man of many faces. (p.33)

To rebel against being born a woman seemed as foolish to her as to take pride in it.