For a long time—always, in fact—I have known that life here on earth is not what I needed and that I wasn’t able to deal with it; for this reason and for this reason alone, I have acquired a touch of spiritual pride, so that my existence seems to me the degradation and the erosion of a psalm.

As art sinks into paralysis, artists multiply. This anomaly ceases to be one if we realize that art, on its way to exhaustion, has become both impossible and easy.

No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.

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

Normal people have nothing to forget.

Tolerance - the function of an extinguished ardor - tolerance cannot seduce the young.

There was a time when time did not yet exist.