“When one reaches absolute power, one loses total contact with reality.”

When I wake up,” he said, “remind me that I’m going to marry her.

But when a woman decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root: there is no God worth worrying about.

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.

All my life, I’ve been frightened at the moment I sit down to write.

Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.

An early-rising man is a good spouse but a bad husband.

One can be in love with several people at the same time, feel the sorrow with each, and not betray any of them.

Humanity, like armies in the field, advances at the speed of the slowest.

The heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

Love does not die, when someone gets old, people get old, because they can not love anymore.

They enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like children and playing together like dogs.

Over the years they both reached the same wise conclusion by different paths: it was not possible to live together in any other way, or love in any other way, and nothing in this world was more difficult than love.

Become a better person and be sure to know who you are, before meeting someone new and hoping that person knows who you are.

Just as real events are forgotten, some that never were can be in our memories as if they happened.

It is not that the girl is unfit for everything, it is that she is not of this world.

One can easily make the mistake to lose yourself – incompletely.

So you want to be married, oh baby, trying to put me on a chain, ain’t that some shame? You must be losing your weak little mind.

Whatever road you choose, I’m right behind you win or lose.

I would totally lose myself in the music and be a gypsy. I would go wherever I wanted to in my head – wherever the music took me. My body followed.

Pessimism is playing the sure game. You cannot lose at it; you may gain. It is the only view of life in which you can never be disappointed. Having reckoned what to do in the worst possible circumstances, when better arise, as they may, life becomes child’s play.

When I lose my temper, honey, you can’t find it any place.

If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. The world will be yours and everything in it, what’s more, you’ll be a man, my son.

Whatever you compromise to gain, you will lose.