To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.

If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he rereads.

Tell me what you read and I'll tell you who you are" is true enough, but I'd know you better if you told me what you reread.

No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

I write whenever it suits me. During a creative period I write every day; a novel should not be interrupted.

She [Thérèse] believed that the sublime splendour of ordinary existence was hidden from those who lived embedded in it, that for them the bread of every day must lose its savour. Only hearts like hers, fated to bear an infinite frustration, could feed on its intolerable absence.