Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.
When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.
Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.
But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.
In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.
A person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person.
There is no perfection only life.
Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent.
Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy.
There are no small parts. Only small actors.
To be a writer does not mean to preach a truth, it means to discover a truth.
Happiness is the longing for repetition.
I find myself fascinating.
All great novels, all true novels, are bisexual.