It is like a party all the time; nobody has to worry about giving one or being invited; it is going on every day in the street and you can go down or be part of it from your window.

Even the stupidest cat seems to know more than any dog.

Rome is everybody's memory.

To be first-rate at anything you have to stake your all. Nobody's an artist 'on the side'.

Shame can be self-indulgence too.

Music or the color of the sea are easier to describe than the taste of one of these Armoricaines.

I think you write only out of a great trouble. A trouble of excitement, a trouble of enlargement, a trouble of displacement in yourself.