Every time I took a long leave from home, I felt as if I were going to conquer the world. Or rather, take possession of what is my birthright, my inheritance.

When the heart speaks, its language is the same under all latitudes.

I refuse to imprison our acts in the rigid mould of sentences.

From the beginning, I wanted to live my own life, and patiently I shored up that desire against wind and tide.

I am convinced that to live is to travel towards the world's end.

Others are keen to see if natives other than us live better than we do, without heat in pipes, ice in boxes, sunshine in bulbs, music on disks, or images gliding over a pale screen.

The sooner we learn to be jointly responsible, the easier the sailing will be.