Isn't it true that it's not people who meet, but rather the shadows cast by their imaginations?

Given that we can live only a small part of what there is in us -- what happens with the rest?

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.

We are stratified creatures, creatures full of abysses, with a soul of inconstant quicksilver, with a mind whose color and shape change as in a kaleidoscope that is constantly shaken.

When dictatorship is a fact, revolution is a duty!

Life is not what we live; it is what we imagine we are living.

Loyalty... A will, a decision, a resolution of the soul.

A feeling is no longer the same when it comes the second time. It dies through the awareness of its return. We become tired and weary of our feelings when they come too often and last too long.

There were people who read and there were the others. Whether you were the a reader or a non-reader was soon apparent. There was no greater distinction between people.

But when we set out to understand somebody’s inside? Is that a trip that ever ends? Is the soul a place of facts? Or are the alleged facts only the deceptive shadows of our stories?

So, the fear of death might be described as the fear of not being able to become whom one had planned to be.

I now know, by an almost fatalistic conformity with the facts, that my destiny is to travel...

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

I always love to begin a journey on Sundays because I shall have the prayers of the church to preserve all that travel by land or by water.

However muted its present appearance may be, sexual dominion obtains nevertheless as perhaps the most pervasive ideology of our culture and provides its most fundamental concept of power

I've always gone for a kind of perfection.

Those who won our independence by revolution were not cowards.

You can't get AIDS from a hug or a handshake or a meal with a friend.

We call it the 'Rule of Crappy People'. Bad managers hire very, very bad employees, because they're threatened by anybody who is anywhere near as good as they are.

It is very strange, and very melancholy, that the paucity of human pleasures should persuade us ever to call hunting one of them.

Tick tock, this is a clock.