Normal people have nothing to forget.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

When people come to me saying they want to kill themselves, I tell them, "What’s your rush? You can kill yourself any time you like. So calm down. Suicide is a positive act." And they do calm down.

Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him.

The wise man, the sage, is hostile to the new. Disabused, he abdicates: that is his form of protest.

Each concession we make is accompanied by an inner diminution of which we are not immediately conscious.

We inhabit a language rather than a country.