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.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist. And before that, during all eternity, what was there? Nothing.

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

Is not man himself the most unsettled of all the creatures of the earth? What is this trembling sensation that is intensified with each ascending step in the natural order?

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

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

We play make believe, pretend to take ourselves and each other seriously--to love each other, hate each other--but then--it isn't true. It isn't true, we don't care at all!