Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?

I'd have given ten conversations with Einstein for a first meeting with a pretty chorus girl.

I have always felt I lived on the high seas, threatened, at the heart of a royal happiness.

For what gives value to travel is fear. It breaks down a kind of inner structure we have. Travel robs us of such refuge. Far from our own people, our own language, stripped of all our props, deprived of our masks (one doesn't know the fare on the streetcars, or anything else), we are completely on the surface of ourselves.

We have art in order not to die of life.

In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.

I lived with the only continuity, day to day, of the me-me-me.