...he came to the conclusion that you cannot depend on people, and that you can live in peace only if you keep them at arm's length.

...talent means nothing, while experience, acquired in humility and with hard work, means everything.

He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.

He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist.

People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame.

She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey smooth and sweet and terribly sticky.

He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.

He was not bound. No one led him by the arm. He got out of the carriage as if he were a free man.

He decided in favor of life out of sheer spite and malice.

The only thing that gets in the way of our plans and objectives is fate. It has its own path for you whether it's fair or unjust.

You stole my story and something's got to be done about it.

We are all tied to the burdens of this existence, and it seems as if everyday renewal is occurring in our lives and those around us.

The smiles of ancient soulsThat bless this, Our space to live and learnAnd urge us on to shine again…

I have no patience for wasting time.

There is no military solution to the challenges of Syria.

Under each formula lies a corpse.

Pardon me I've got nothing to say.

Nature is a book, a letter, a fairy tale (in the philosophical sense) or whatever you want to call it.

I’d like to have the flying car, I think that’d be really cool.