But vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little. We should not touch our idols: their gilding will remain on our hands.

Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

But, in her life, nothing was going to happen. Such was the will of God! The future was a dark corridor, and at the far end the door was bolted.

As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.

She was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage.

The smooth folds of her dress concealed a tumultuous heart, and her modest lips told nothing of her torment. She was in love.

An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.

...those works that don't touch the heart, it seems to me, miss the true aim of Art.

Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.

Financial demands, of all the rough winds that blow upon our love, (are) quite the coldest and the most biting.

And she felt as though she had been there, on that bench, for an eternity. For an infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.

Always make your future bigger than your past.

In a highly performing team everyone achieves better than he/she would have achieved when working alone.

Blurred is the picture, To not know what's next! Is it the laughter that awaits, Or sorrows lined up to dictate. Untold, unclear is...A story of our fate!

I don't want that boy to fall over for just a bird that forgot that her wings are broken.

Stories have a job to do. They can't just lie around like lazybone dogs. They have to teach you something.

When you're smart on crime, you start off by recognizing that both the victim, first of all, the victim, but also the person who did the crime are both human.

That takes a lot of confidence to let your actors come up with something that could be theoretically funnier than what you had envisioned originally.

Gender relations are a sad story of men talking trash about women all over the world.

To ask for a purely intellectual proof of the existence of God is like asking for the privilege of being able to see with your ears!

Every day is conquerable by its hours, and every hour by its minutes.