Disgust At Having To Talk About Oneself

When A Private Talk Over A Bottle Of Wine Is Broadcast On The Radio, What Can It Mean But That The World Is Turning Into A Concentration Camp?

Yes, It's Crazy. Love Is Either Crazy Or It's Nothing At All.

I Think I Am A Much Better Actor Than I Have Allowed Myself To Be.

You Can't Measure The Mutual Affection Of Two Human Beings By The Number Of Words They Exchange.

Which Doesn't Mean, Of Course, That I'd Stopped Loving Her, That I'd Forgotten Her, Or That Her Image Had Paled; On The Contrary; In The Form Of A Quiet Nostalgia She Remained Constantly Within Me; I Longed For Her As One Longs For Something Definitively Lost.