In the history of humanity there are no civilizations or cultures which fail to manifest, in one or a thousand ways, this need for an absolute that is called heaven, freedom, a miracle, a lost paradise to be regained, peace, the going beyond History... There is no religion in which everyday life is not considered a prison; there is no philosophy or ideology that does not think that we live in alienation.... Humanity has always had a nostalgia for the freedom that is only beauty, that is only real; life, plenitude, light.

People always try to find base motives behind every good action. We are afraid of pure goodness and of pure evil.

Drama lies in extreme exaggeration of the feelings, an exaggeration that dislocates flat everyday reality.

Banality is a symptom of non-communication. Men hide behind their cliches.

The universe seems to me infinitely strange and foreign. At such a moment I gaze upon it with a mixture of anguish and euphoria; separate from the universe, as though placed at a certain distance outside it; I look and I see pictures, creatures that move in a kind of timeless time and spaceless space, emitting sounds that are a kind of language I no longer understand or ever register.

Describe a circle, stroke its back and it turns vicious.

Why do people always expect authors to answer questions? I am an author because I want to ask questions. If I had answers, I'd be a politician.