My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

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

Think of God and not religion, of ecstasy and not mysticism. The difference between the theoretician of faith and the believer is as great as between the psychiatrist and the psychotic.

We inhabit a language rather than a country.

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!

In the hours without sleep, each moment is so full and so vacant that it suggests itself as a rival of Time.

One is and remains a slave as long as one is not cured of hoping.