I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

Working conditions for me have always been those of the monastic life: solitude and frugality. Except for frugality, they are contrary to my nature, so much so that work is a violence I do to myself.

Yes, I'm happy, in human terms.

True debauchery is liberating because it creates no obligations. In it you possess only yourself, hence it remains the favorite pastime of the great lovers of their own person.

Yes, I know what passion would fill me with all its power. Before, I was too young. I got in the way. Now I know that acting and loving and suffering is living, of course, but it’s only living insofar as you can be transparent and accept your fate, like the unique reflection of a rainbow of joys and passions which is the same for everyone.