We belong to this earth. Now I can see the truth ... I love you on this earth of ours. Love me, do!

Literature is born when something in life goes slightly adrift.

There's something tragic about you. Your feeling for the absolute. You were made to believe in God and spend your life in a convent.' There are too many with that vocation. God would have had to love only me.

Choice springs from the totality of the person. Thus, to study, to analyze what a person is, does not eliminate the idea of freedom.

You have never had any confidence in him. And if he has no confidence in himself it is because he sees himself through your eyes.

To show your true ability is always, in a sense, to surpass the limits of your ability, to go a little beyond them: to dare, to seek, to invent; it is at such a moment that new talents are revealed, discovered, and realized

I don't want to be just another blade of grass.