On ne guérit d'une souffrance qu'à condition de l'éprouver pleinement. - Marcel Proust

An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase filled with perfumes, with sounds, with projects, with climates. What we call reality is a relation between those sensations and those memories which simultaneously encircle us … that unique relation which the writer must discover in order that he may link two different states of being together forever in a phase.

Truth and life are very difficult to fathom, and I retained of them, without really having got to know them, an impression in which sadness was perhaps actually eclipsed by exhaustion.

If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less, but to dream more, to dream all the time.