“how hard it must be to live only with what one knows and what one remembers, cut off from what one hopes for!”

“Only the one who does not know what is life may believe that it is beautiful and easy.”

“I've seen of enough of people who die for an idea. I don't believe in heroism; I know it's easy and I've learned it can be murderous. What interests me is living and dying for what one loves.”

“Well, personally, I've seen enough of people who die for an idea. I don't believe in heroism; I know it's easy and I've learned that it can be murderous. What interests me is living and dying for what one loves.”

“How far is one to go to elude nothing? Is one to die voluntarily or to hope in spite of everything?”

“Not that one must be ananimal, but I find no meaning in the happiness of angels. I knowsimply that this sky will last longer than I. And what shall I calleternity except what will continue after my death?”

“But in order to speak about all and to all, one has to speak of what all know and of the reality common to us all. The seas, rains, necessity, desire, the struggle against death--these are things that unite us all. We resemble one another in what we see together, in what we suffer together. Dreams change from individual, but the reality of the world is common to us all. Striving towards realism is therefore legitimate, for it is basically related to the artistic adventure.”