When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out

Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies

Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.

Experience isn't interesting until it begins to repeat itself - in fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience

Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk without loss of esteem

There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone

Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting

Art is the only thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting