No position is so false as having understood and still remaining alive.

Even when nothing happens, everything seems too much for me. What can be said, then, in the presence of an event, any event?

We inhabit a language rather than a country.

Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.

It is because we are all impostors that we endure each other. The man who does not consent to lie will see the earth shrink under his feet: we are biologically obliged to the false

Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?

Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.