It so difficult to know what the people we love really need.

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.

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

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.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist.

We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance, we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.

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