I suspect that there is no serious scholar who doesn’t like to watch television. I’m just the only one who confesses.

You tell me these two were my parents, so now I know but it's a memory that you've given me. I'll remember the photo from now on, but not them.

Not that the incredulous person doesn't believe in anything. It's just that he doesn't believe in everything.

The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell - in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond.

The function of memory is not only to preserve, but also to throw away. If you remembered everything from your entire life, you would be sick.

Where else? I belong to a lost generation and am comfortable only in the company of others who are lost and lonely.

[In my writing] I know that I have made a caricature out of [others' academic] theories [but] I think that caricatures are frequently good portraits.