It occurred to me that anyway one more Sunday was over that Maman was buried now, that I was going back to work, and that, really, nothing had changed.

One grows out of pity when it's useless.

The society based on production is only productive, not creative.

I was always able to understand my friend who decided to quit smoking and who, through an effort of will, succeeded in doing so. One morning, he opened the newspaper, read that the first H- bomb had exploded, found out about the bomb's admirable effects and went straight to the tobacconist's.

Retaliation is related to nature and instinct, not to law. Law, by definition, cannot obey the same rules as nature.

I continue to believe that this world has no ultimate meaning. But I know that something in it has a meaning and that is man, because he is the only creature to insist on having one

The more I produce, the less I am certain. On the road along which the artist walks, night falls ever more densely. Finally, he dies blind.