Murderers, in general, are people who are consistent, people who are obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

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.

Each of us is the only person who can give the other what each of us wants to have: Peace.

The spontaneity of slaps is sincerity, whereas the ceremonial of caresses is largely convention.

When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.

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

Nobody is bound by any obligation unless it has first been freely accepted.