What more ghastly image can be called up than that of a man betrayed by his body who, simply because he did not die in time, lives out the comedy while awaiting the end, face to face with that God he does not adore, serving him as he served life, kneeling before a void and arms outstretched toward a heaven without eloquence that he knows to be also without depth?

If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.

False judges are held up in the world's admiration and I alone know the true ones.

I have never been able, really, to regret anything in all my life. I have always been far much too absorbed in the present moment or the immediate future to think back.

One dies if necessary, one breaks rather than bending. But I bend, because I continue to love myself.

The greatness of man lies in his decision to be stronger than his condition.

Thinking of the future, establishing aims for oneself, having preferences-all this presupposes a belief in freedom, even if one occasionally ascertains that one doesn't feel it.