Laughing deeply is living deeply.

Facts mean little compared to attitudes. To contradict rumor or sentiment is as futile as arguing against a believer's faith in the Immaculate Conception. You have simply become a victim of faith, Comrade Assistant.

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

If hatred strikes you, if you get accused, thrown to the lions, you can expect one of two reactions from people who know you: some of them will join in the kill, the others will discreetly pretend to know nothing, hear nothing, so you can go right on seeing them and talking to them. That second category, discreet and tactful, those are your friends. 'Friends' in the modern sense of the term. Listen, Jean-Marc, I've known that forever.

So she stood naked in front of the young man and at this moment stopped playing the game.

A constant interrogation.

Nothing is more repugnant to me than brotherly feelings grounded in the common baseness people see in one another.