It's only when I say that everything is incomprehensible that I come as close as possible to understanding the only thing it is given to us to understand.

Shakespeare was the great one before us. His place was between God and despair.

The human comedy does not attract me enough. I am not entirely of this world. I am from elsewhere, and it is worth finding this elsewhere beyond the walls...but where is it?

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.

Realism falls short of reality. It shrinks it, attenuates it, falsifies it; it does not take into account our basic truths and our fundamental obsessions: love, death, astonishment. It presents man in a reduced and estranged perspective. Truth is in our dreams, in the imagination.

Why was I born, if it wasn't forever?

The Arts are man's most useless ... and essential ... activity.