Restless and walked down to the harbour. It was about eleven at night
We lay on the ground and kissed. Perhaps you smile. That we only lay on the ground and kissed. You young people can lend your bodies now, play with them, give them as we could not. But remember that y...
We are all in flight from the real reality. That is the basic definition of Homo Sapiens.
The truth was she couldn’t do ugly things. She was too beautiful.
The sun moved, came on me, made me erotic.Sometimes to return is a vulgarity.The profoundest distances are never geographical.
The sky is absolutely empty. Beautifully pure and empty.As if the architects and builders would live in all the houses they built! Or could live in them all. It's obvious, it stares you in the fact. T...
The power of women! I've never felt so full of mysterious power. Men are a joke.We're so weak physically, so helpless with things. Still, even today. But we're stronger than they are. We can stand the...
That's the trouble with provincial life. Everyone knows everyone and there is no mystery. No romance.
Talking about acting is like boasting about pictures you're going to paint. The most terrible bad form.
She was a mirror that did not lie; whose interest in me was real; whose love was real.
Sex is just an activity, like anything else. It's not dirty, it's just two people playing with each other's bodies. Like dancing. Like a game.
Seven men inhabit the raft. The pessimist, for whom the good things of life are no more than lures to prolong suffering; the egocentric, whose motto is 'Carpe diem' - enjoy today - and who does his be...
Poetry had always seemed something I could turn to in need - an emergency exit, a lifebuoy, as well as a justification.
One writes things and the implications shriek- it's like suddenly realizing one's deaf.
Nu poti sa urasti pe cineva deja infrant.Care, fara tine, nu va mai fi niciodata om intreg.
Man is an everlack, an infinite withoutness, afloat on an apparently endless ocean of apparently endless indifference to individual things. Obscurely he sees catastrophes happening to other rafts, raf...
Long afterwards I realized why some men, racing drivers and their like, become addicted to speed. There are those of us who never see death ahead, but eternally behind: in any moment that stops and th...
It is only when our characters and events begin to disobey us that they begin to live.
I will tell you what war is. War is a psychosis caused by an inability to see relationships. Our relationship with our fellowmen. Our relationship with our economic and historical situation. And above...
He's not human; he's an empty space disguised as a human.