Your success and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them. But to be happy it is essential not to be too concerned with others. Consequently, there is no escape. Happy and judged, or absolved and wretched.

There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.

To write is to become disinterested. There is a certain renunciation in art.

... one cannot be happy in exile or in oblivion. One cannot always be a stranger. I want to return to my homeland, make all my loved ones happy. I see no further than this.

The main thing is that everything become simple, easy enough for a child to understand.

I said that the world is absurd, but I was too hasty. This world in itself is not reasonable, that is all that can be said. But what is absurd is the confrontation of this irrational and the wild longing for clarity whose call echoes in the human heart.

Likewise, every time somebody interjects to speak of my honesty there is someone who quivers inside me.