The word love has by no means the same sense for both sexes, and this is one cause of the serious misunderstandings that divide them.

The misfortune is that although everyone must come to [death], each experiences the adventure in solitude. We never left Maman during those last days... and yet we were profoundly separated from her.

You can't define the future. And in my opinion, you can't define the avant-garde.

There has to be a certain relationship between the life and the writing style, and that is really a problem.

Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself; if all it does is maintain itself, then living is only not dying.

If you live long enough, you'll see that every victory turns into a defeat.

It's frightening to think that you mark your children merely by being yourself. It seems unfair. You can't assume the responsibility for everything you do --or don't do.