Book: Justine. Page 2

She desperately, to the arrogance of the proud to be unhappy.

... has a purely unconscious talent to turn any object into a woman; under his eyes chairs suddenly painfully aware that they have bare legs.

...Promiscuity was a strange form of denial, a sort of disguised by the free...

I'll give my book the will to dream and to dream.

Of all the possible failures a person chooses the least dangerous for my self esteem: I want to fall softly.

- How do you fight loneliness?
- Monsieur, what if I am alone?

I knew he was unhappy, even if he wasn't, then faking would be unfortunate from a pure sense of duty. In our day the man simply has no right not to cultivate personal tragedic...

He realized that people walking down the street hand in hand with Reputation and not with the person's Name killed him like a tombstone.

Like all egoists I cannot live alone...

A woman can only do three things. You can love her, suffer for her and to turn her into literature.

Our world is based on something very simple. What makes no sense to withdraw the cosmic laws, but that "something" is as easy to catch and catch, like, say, tenderness, simple tenderness of the original connection between animal and plant, rain and soil, seed and trees, man and God. I would like to think about his work as a cradle in which philosophy will fall asleep with a finger in his mouth. A moment of silence, and you will feel the current of tenderness - not power, not fame, not forgiveness from sin, not pity, not compassion, these human inventions of the Jewish mind, and can only imagine a man writhing under the whip. No, that tenderness of which I speak, absolutely ruthless.

Do not depend everything from our interpretation of the prevailing silence around us?

The first thing he did when he was crazy - started a lawsuit against their own sons, the two of us, having made the accusation of deliberate and malicious of illegitimacy.

A lot of sincere love, when not generated by the passion and sympathy; and it leaves no wounds.