A long association-prolonged human contact, when a man and woman live together-this ends up producing a sort of rot, a poison.

When you want to believe in something, you also have to believe in everything that's necessary for believing in it.

Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.

A long association-prolonged human contact, when a man and woman live together-this ends up producing a sort of rot, a poison.

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.

We know well enough when we're being unjust and despicable. but we don't restrain ourselves because we experience a certain pleasure, a primitive sort of satisfaction in moments like that.

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.