To those who despair of everything reason cannot provide a faith, but only passion, and in this case it must be the same passion that lay at the root of the despair, namely humiliation and hatred.

Only the sea, murmurous behind the dingy checkerboard of houses, told of the unrest, the precariousness, of all things in this world.

[Many artists], even the greatest ones, are not sure of their own existence. So they search for proof, they judge, they condemn. It strengthens them, it is the beginnings of existence. They are alone!

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

Freedom is the right to never have to lie.

Ce que je sais de la morale, c'est au football que je le dois. (I know of morality, it is football that I owe.)

Although it was the middle of winter, I finally realized that, within me, summer was inextinguishable.