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.

History is nothing but a procession of false Absolutes, a series of temples raised to pretexts, a degradation of the mind before the Improbable.

I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.

I have no nationality - the best possible status for an intellectual.

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

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

If we had the courage to confront the doubts we timidly conceive about ourselves, none of us would utter an 'I' without shame.