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

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.

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

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

There is no forgiveness in nature.

A vague uneasiness: the police. It's like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.

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