“ And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating. ”
This thought strengthened in me my belief that all men, without exception, deserve to be pitied, if only because they are alive.
~ Alberto Moravia
When you aren't sincere you need to pretend, and by pretending you end up believing yourself; that's the basic principle of every faith.
Every true writer is like a bird; he repeats the same song, the same theme, all his life. For me, this theme as always been revolt.
They say that, if we manage to live without too great an effort, it is entirely owing to the automatism which makes us unconscious of a great part of our movements. In order to take one single step, it seems, we displace an infinite number of muscles, and yet, thanks to this automatism, we are unaware of it. The same thing happens in our relations with other people.
