Love is a decision? That’s right. A decision. Not a feeling. That’s what you young people don’t realise. That’s why you’re always off divorcing each other.
It is extremely rare for young men, when driven to suicide, to attempt it a second time if the first fails. When it doesn’t cure life, it cures all desire for voluntary death.[Il est extrêmement rare que les jeunes gens, poussés à un suicide, le recommencent quand ils en ont subi les douleurs. Lorsque le suicide ne guérit pas de la vie, il guérit de la mort volontaire.]
I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That’s what sitting on your ass does to your face.
Have you noticed how easily the very young die? They make the best martyrs for any cause, the best soldiers, the best suicides. It’s because they’re held here so lightly: they haven’t yet accumulated loves and responsibilities and commitments and all the things that tie us securely to this world. They can let go of it as easily and simply as lifting a finger. But as you get older, you begin to find things that are worth holding onto, forever.