There's the risk of being loved...and that would keep me from being happy.

Capital punishment is the most premeditated of murders.

The absurd is sin without God.

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

But do you know why we are always more just and generous toward the dead? The reason is simple. With them there is no obligation. They leave us free and we can take our time, fit the testimonial between a cocktail party and a nice little mistress, in our spare time, in short.

I feel like getting married, or committing suicide, or subscribing to L'Illustration. Something desperate, you know.

Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.