My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.

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

Whether you think of it as heavenly or as earthly, if you love life immortality is no consolation for death.

When I was a child, when I was an adolescent, books saved me from despair: that convinced me that culture was the highest of values[...].

Sex pleasure in woman is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.

If the unconscious must express itself it will do so through the work that you do consciously or subconsciously, with words, with what you have to say.

I realized that even if we went on talking till Judgment Day, I would still find the time all too short.