I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws.

Once you see that everything is unreal, you can't see why you should bother to prove it.

Suffering makes you live time in detail, moment after moment. Which is to say that it exists for you: over the others, the ones who don't suffer, time flows, so that they don't live in time, in fact they never have.

A sudden silence in the middle of a conversation suddenly brings us back to essentials: it reveals how dearly we must pay for the invention of speech.

No one can do without some semblance of immortality, and even less will they deny themselves the right to seek it out in the form of this or that reputation, starting with the literary... Since death has come to be accepted by all as the absolute end, everyone writes.

Not one moment when I have not been conscious of being outside Paradise.

One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland - and no other.