One day, I shall explode like an artillery shell and all my bits will be found on the writing table.
She would have liked not to be alive, or to be always asleep.
Maybe happiness too is a metaphor invented on a day of boredom
One arrives at style only with atrocious effort, with fanatical and devoted stubbornness.
Talent is a long patience.
Be orderly and disciplined in daily life, like a good bourgeois, so that I might be wild and violent in my art.