Since it is the Other within us who is old, it is natural that the revelation of our age should come to us from outside --from others. We do not accept it willingly.

The knight departing for new adventures offends his lady, yet she has nothing but contempt for him if he remains at her feet.

Because we are separated everything separates us, even our efforts to join each other.

In fact, people seem to be tired of fiction now. There are so many other ways of exploring humanity - by ethnology, psychoanalysis, and so on. It's a little boring to make up stories. So many people think that it's better to be very close to reality and to recount one's life as it is rather than to fictionalize, as they say, that is to transpose, and therefore to cheat.

Anyway I know only too well that all life is nothing but a brief reprieve from death.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

All oppression creates a state of war.