Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.

The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project

Two separate beings, in different circumstances, face to face in freedom and seeking justification of their existence through one another, will always live an adventure full of risk and promise." (p. 248)

It is in the knowledge of the genuine conditions of our lives that we must draw our strength to live and our reasons for living.

Living by proxy is always a precarious expedient.

Christianity gave eroticism its savor of sin and legend when it endowed the human female with a soul.

I could see no reason for being sad. It´s just that it makes me unhappy not to feel happy.