Could we ever know each other in the slightest without the arts?

The more the heart is nourished with happiness, the more it is insatiable.

The life of a writer is tragic: the more we advance, the farther there is to go and the more there is to say, the less time there is to say it.

My great hope would be that Quebec would realize itself fully as a distinct part of Canada, and stay Canadian, bringing to Canada a part of its richness.

Ideas often last but a day; feelings, dreams almost forever.

The main engagement of the writer is towards truthfulness; therefore he must keep his mind and his judgment free.

I felt the vulnerability, the fragility of the children of the world, and how it was, nonetheless, on their frail shoulders that we loaded the weight of our weary hopes and eternal new beginnings.

One knows less about one's own destiny than about anything else on earth.

Of all things that can happen to us, triumph is the most difficult to endure when we are alone. Deprived of witnesses, it shrinks at once.

Curiosity ran unchecked through him, like the wind outside through the deserted streets, along the canal, around the little wooden houses, everywhere, as far as the mountain.

it's a funny life. Either you don't make a red cent and you have all the time in the world, or else you get double the money and you don't have a moment to spend a penny of it.

The only difference between me and a famous writer is that I do not want to be famous.

It was great to see the owls, " I said.She smiled."Yes. They're wild things, of course. Killers, savages. They're wonderful.

She...can talk brillantly upon any subject provided she knows nothing about it.

I think that anything that begins to give people a sense of their own worth and dignity is God.

As a kid growing up, I wanted the Allen Iverson shoes that came out, the Questions. My dad got them for me, so I was excited about that.

The strategies that managers employ are at least as important as the facilities at their disposal.

It used to be called boogie-woogie, it used to be called blues, used to be called rhythm and blues...It's called rock now.

I wish I had a little bit more privacy.

That girl had the subtlety of a Spencer’s Gifts shop.