“Pierre and Marie (then Maria Sklodowska, a penniless Polish immigrant living in a garret in Paris) had met at the Sorbonne and been drawn to each other because of a common interest in magnetism.”
“There are, I dare say, many lovers who would never have been drawn to each other had they met for the first time, as, say, they met the second time.”
“we are drawn to each other like drops of water, like the planets we repulse each other like magnets, like the color of our skin.”
“Each time in fiction or in history I meet a well-defined personality I am personally interested in him, for we know each other already, because we met on the river.”
“Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside?”
“It's funny. Maria Elena and I, we are meant for each other and not meant for each other, it's a contradiction.”