People who shout joy from the rooftops are often the saddest of all.

I was not a hypocrite, with one real face and several false ones. I had several faces because I was young and didn't know who I was or wanted to be.

Horror is a shock, a time of utter blindness. Horror lacks every hint of beauty. All we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. Sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know... The light of horror thus lost its harshness, and the world was bathed in a gentle, bluish light that actually beautified it.

I too have known joy and sadness, and, on the whole, I prefer joy

Only a literary work that reveals an unknown fragment of human existence has a reason for being.

The sound of laughter is like the vaulted dome of a temple of happiness.