I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.

That pile of paper on his left side went on living like the watch on a dead soldier's wrist.

Don't for a moment believe He was killing the young; He was costuming angels.

Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in …

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of los…

From the retinue of Mynyddog they hastened forth; in a shining array they fed together round the wine-vessel. My heart has become full of grief for the feast o…

I cannot forgive my friends for dying; I do not find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.