He liked the fact that Venice had no cars. It made the city human. The streets were like veins, he thought, and the people were the blood, circulating everywhere.

I know you have it in you, Guy," Anne said suddenly at the end of a silence, "the capacity to be terribly happy.

I have no television - I hate it.

The night was a time for bestial affinities, for drawing closer to oneself.

The justice I have received, I shall give back.

Life is a long failure of understanding ... a long, mistaken shutting of the heart.

one blow in anger [would] kill, probably, a child from aged two to eight. Those over eight would take two blows to kill.