We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.

A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.

The mountain violets break the rocks.

Time doesn't take away from true friendship, nor does separation.

We are all civilized people, wich means that we are all savages at heart but observing a few amenities of civilized behaviour.

I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together

The rest of my days I'm going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I'm going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die — with my hand in the hand of some nice-looking ship's doctor, a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch.