You Cannot Love Without Intuition.

I Refused To Believe That Love Could Take Any Other Form Than Mine: I Measured Love By The Extent Of My Jealousy, And By That Standard Of Course She Could Not Love Me At All.

If You Live In A Place For Long You Cease To Read About It.

Cruel Men Cry Easily At The Cinema.

Sooner Or Later... One Has To Take Sides. If One Is To Remain Human.

Sometimes I See Myself Reflected Too Closely In Other Men For Comfort, And Then I Have An Enormous Wish To Believe In The Saints, In Heroic Virtue.