I still forget, sometimes, that I am no longer 12 years old.

I've always been suspicious of collective truths.

Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.

The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us. When the world seems familiar, when one has got used to existence, one has become an adult.

It isn't what people think that is important, but the reason they think what they think.

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

It's not a certain society that seems ridiculous to me, it's mankind.