France may one day exist no more, but the Dordogne will live on just as dreams live on and nourish the souls of men.

When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

The great work must inevitably be obscure, except to the very few, to those who like the author himself are initiated into the mysteries. Communication then is secondary: it is perpetuation which is important. For this only one good reader is necessary.

What I really hoped for, no doubt, was to come upon one of those lives which begin nowhere, which lead us through marshes and salt flats, trickling away, seemingly without plan, purpose or goal, and suddenly emerge, gushing like geysers, and never cease gushing, even in death.

I believe in saying the truth, coming out with it cold, shocking if necessary, not disguising it.

The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.

The earth is not a lair, neither is it a prison. The earth is a Paradise, the only one we'll ever know. We will realize it the moment we open our eyes. We don't have to make it a Paradise-it is one. We have only to make ourselves fit to inhabit it. The man with the gun, the man with murder in his heart, cannot possibly recognize Paradise even when he is shown it.