Never seen the sea! How could anyone not have seen the sea? Surely the sea must somehow belong to the happiness of every child.
Instintivamente se sentía identificado con aquellos héroes que comenzaban con H. Homero. Hannibal. Hobbes. Hume. Hamlet. Hitler. Qué cuadrilla. Sólo su propio nombre parecía algo vacío, una especie de...
Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
But, and especially with Linda’s help, he had decided that, like most other people, he was not made for reality.
We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom
Every persisting marriage is based on fear', said Peregrine. 'Fear is fundamental, you dig down in human nature and what's at the bottom? Mean spiteful cruel self-regarding fear, whether it makes you...
—Tu amor por mí no vive en el mundo real. Sí, no niego que sea amor. Pero no todos los amores tienen un cauce por el que correr, y este amor no tiene ningún cauce en absoluto. Debido a lo que yo soy y...
—Pero es que no puedo compartir nada contigo... No puedo compartir tus recuerdos, tu idioma, tu música, tu trabajo, nada. Soy sólo... sólo una mujer.—Una mujer. ¿Y acaso esto no es serlo todo?—No, no...
Νοιαζόμαστε γι’ αυτό με το οποίο μπορούμε να ταυτιστούμε.
You don't respect me, said Dora, her voice trembling.Of course I don't respect you, said Paul. Have I any reason to? I'm in love with you, unfortunately, that's all.Well, it's unfortunate for me too,...
We brought nothing into this world and it is certain we can carry nothing out.
Things, things, they outlive us and go to scenes that we know nothing of.
The lover readily imagines that he and his mistress are one. He feels he has love enough for both and that his loving will can swathe the two of them together like twin nuts in a shell. But what one l...
Suffering is no scandal. It is natural. Nature appoints it. All creation suffers. It suffers from having been created, if from nothing else. It suffers from being divided from God.''Yours is a melanch...
So there are long conversations in cafés about Jean-Paul Sartre, and Simone de Beauvoir, and Albert Camus and Raymond Queneau, and all the boys that we were just beginning to get excited about in Lond...
One should go easy on smashing other people's lies. Better to concentrate on one's own.
Les esprits aiment la nuit, qui sait plus qu’une femme donner une âme à toutes choses.
I took a deep breath, however, and followed my rule of never speaking frankly to women in moments of emotion. No good ever comes of this.
I remember a conversation which we had once about translating. Hugo knew nothing about translating, but when he learnt that I was a translator he wanted to know what it was like. I remember him going...