I want to know if I can live with what I know, and only than.

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

Death means nothing to men like me. It's the event that proves them right.

Freedom is not a reward or a decoration that you toast in champagne. On the contrary, it's hard graft and a long-distance run, all alone, very exhausting. Alone in a dreary room, alone in the dock before the judges, and alone to make up your mind, before yourself and before the judgement of others. At the end of every freedom there is a sentence, which is why freedom is too heavy to bear.

She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

Happiness too is inevitable.

Can one be a saint if God does not exist? That is the only concrete problem I know of today.