The day after that wedding night I found that a distance of a thousand miles, abyss and discovery and irremediable metamorphosis, separated me from the day before.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.

Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.

So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.

I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.

A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.

You don't think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.