To sense the peace of extinguished passionHappiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge

Though I leave the house as little as possible, I have the impression that someone is disturbing my papers. More than once I have discovered that some pages were missing from my manuscripts. A few days afterward I would find the pages in their place again. But often I no longer recognize my manuscripts, as if I had forgotten what I had written, or as if overnight I were so changed that no longer recognized myself in the self of yesterday.

Your first book is the only one that matters. Perhaps a writer should write only that one. That is the one moment when you make the big leap; the opportunity to express yourself is offered that once, and you untie the knot within you then or never again.

He was staring hard, not at his wife and me but at his daughter watching us. In his cold pupil, in the firm twist of his lips, was reflected Madame Miyagi's orgasm reflected in her daughter's gaze.

But Ludmilla is always at least one step ahead of you. __ like to know that book exists that I will still be able to read_ she says, sure that existent objects, concrete albeit unknown, must correspond to the strength of her desire. How can you keep up with her, this woman who is always reading another book besides the one before her eyes, a book that does not yet exist, but which, since she wants it, cannot fail to exist?

Why d__ou make me suffer?"__ecause I love you.__ow it was his turn to get angry. __o, no, you don__ love me! People in love want happiness, not pain!___eople in love want only love, even at the cost of pain.___hen you__e making people suffer on purpose.___es, to see if you love me.__he Baron__ philosophy would not go any further. __ain is a negative state of the soul._ __ove is all._ __ain should always be fought against.___ove refuses nothing.___ome things I__l never admit.___h yes, you do, now, for you love me and you suffer.