Hay que envejecer terriblemente para renunciar a la vanidad de vivir ante alguien - Colette

The world of the emotions that we so lightly call physical.

There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.