I grew up with the sea, and poverty for me was sumptuous; then I lost the sea and found all luxuries gray and poverty unbearable.

I have never been able to renounce the light, the pleasure of being, and the freedom in which I grew up.

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

I grew up sailing in the North Sea.

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 sea, rains, necessity, desire, the struggle against death... these are things that unite us all.

We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.