Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.

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.

One leader, one people, signifies one master and millions of slaves.

The nobility of our calling will always be rooted in two commitments difficult to observe: refusal to lie about what we know, and resistance to oppression.

[Paris] is dirty. It has pigeons and black yards. The people have white skin.

Lucifer also has died with God, and from his ashes has arisen a spiteful demon who does not even understand the object of his venture.

But what does it mean, the plague? It's life, that's all.