We are punctual, a stressed, marked characteristic. We need order around us, in the house, in the life, although we live by irresistible impulses, as if the order in the closets, in our papers, in our...
He never treated her as a wife. He wooed her over and over again, with presents, flowers, new pleasures.
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
She was truthful, or I was the greatest dupe who ever existed. I can only believe in our ecstasy. I don't want to know, I only want to love her.
What you call your lies are fiction and myths. The art of creating a disguise can be as beautiful as the creation of a painting… I created a woman for my artist life, bold, gay, courageous, generous,...
Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child's blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality...
Wherever there is light, look for the shadow. The shadow is me.
The origin of illness may be in the past, but the virulent crisis must be dynamically tackled. I believe in attacking the core of the illness, through its present symptoms, quickly, directly. The past...
I hate men who are afraid of women's strength.
Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work,...
Innocence was gone from all our acts. Our habitual state of rebellion became a serious political crime.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The sy...
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
لم أعرف في كياني غير الكرب ، الكرب على شيء ضائع
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
The writer is the duelist who never fights at the stated hour, who gathers up an insult, like another curious object, a collector's item, spreads it out on his desk later, and then engages in a duel w...
Good things happen to those who hustle.
I must know, he thinks. It must be clear to me. There is a world which is closed to him, a world of shadings, gradations, nuances, and subtleties. He is a genius and yet he is too explicit. June slips...