It is impossible for me to envisage a picture as being other than a window, and why my first concern is then to know what it looks out on.

It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.

A game: say something. Close your eyes and say something. Anything, a number, a name. Like this (she closes her eyes): Two, two what? Two women. What do they look like? Wearing black. Where are they? In a park. . . . And then, what are they doing? Try it, it's so easy, why don't you want to play? You know, that's how I talk to myself when I'm alone, I tell myself all kinds of stories. And not only silly stories: actually, I live this way altogether.

The important thing is that man is lost in time, in the moment that immediately precedes him - which only attests, by reflection, to the fact that he is lost in the moment that follows

To see, to hear, means nothing. To recognize (or not to recognize) means everything.

Life’s greatest gift is the freedom it leaves you to step out of it whenever you choose.

The imaginary is what tends to become real.