And so I will take back up my poor life, so plain and so tranquil, where phrases are adventures and the only flowers I gather aremetaphors.

One mustn't look at the abyss, because there is at the bottom an inexpressible charm which attracts us.

Isn’t ‘not to be bored’ one of the principal goals of life?

There are two infinities that confuse me: the one in my soul devours me; the one around me will crush me

What seems beautiful to me, what I should like to write, is a book about nothing, a book dependent on nothing external, which would be held together by the strength of its style, just as the earth, suspended in the void, depends on nothing external for its support.

Caught up in life, you see it badly. You suffer from it or enjoy it too much. The artist, in my opinion, is a monstrosity, something outside of nature.

It seems to me that I have always existed and that I possess memories that date back to the Pharaohs.