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

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.

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

All of us are mad. If it weren't for the fact that every one of us is slightly abnormal, there wouldn't be any point in giving each person a separate name.

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

When I say "I," I mean a thing absolutely unique, not to be confused with any other.

Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.