There's so much humanity in a love of trees, so much nostalgia for our first sense of wonder, so much power in just feeling our own insignificance when we are surrounded by nature...yes, that's it: just thinking about trees and their indifferent majesty and our love for them teaches us how ridiculous we are - vile parasites squirming on the surface of the earth - and at the same time how deserving of life we can be, when we can honor this beauty that owes us nothing.

People think that children don't know anything. It's enough to make you wonder if grownups were ever children once upon a time.

Madame Michel has the elegance of the hedgehog: on the outside she is covered in quills, a real fortress, but my gut feeling is that on the inside, she has the same simple refinement as the hedgehog: a deceptively indolent little creature, fiercely solitary--and terrible elegant.

We never look beyond our assumptions and what's worse, we have given up trying to meet others; we just meet ourselves.

In the end, I wonder if the true movement of the world might not be a voice raised in song.

or the first time in my life I understood the meaning of the word never. And it's really awful. You say the word a hundred times a day but you don't really know what you're saying until you're faced with a real "never again."

What is an aristocrat? A woman who is never sullied by vulgarity, although she may be surrounded by it.