Nobody teaches life anything.

I ask myself how I could give in to this perpetual vertigo that I in fact provoked and feared. I floated among erratic clouds and talked to myself in front of the mirror in the vain hope of confirming who I was. My delirium was so great that during a student demonstration complete with rocks and bottles, I had to make an enormous effort not to lead it as I held up a sign that would sanctify my truth: I am mad with love.

Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.

The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own, serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.

Everything that goes into my mouth seems to make me fat, everything that comes out of my mouth embarrasses me.

A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.

He who awaits much can expect little.