The absence of what love, however short, is always too long.[Et l’absence de ce qu’on aime, Quelque peu qu’elle dure, a toujours trop duré.]
Night is real. Night is not an absence of light, but in fact, it is daytime that is a brief respite from the looming darkness…
In the absence of God he had found Man. Man killing man, man helping man, both of them anonymous: the scourge and the blessing.
Absence, that common cure of love.
