Not to gain time, but maybe to lose it, to see it pass.

Life is a very bad novelist. It is chaotic and ludicrous.

I have a tendency to want to understand everything people say and everything I hear, both at work and outside, even at a distance, even if it’s one of the innumerable languages I don’t know, even if it’s in an indistinguishable murmur or imperceptible whisper, even if it would be better that I didn’t understand and what’s said is not intended for my ears or is said precisely so I won’t understand it.

One of the best possible perspectives from which to tell a story is that of a ghost, someone who is dead but can still witness.

Illusions are important. What you foresee or what you remember can be as important as what really happens.

Not to gain time, but maybe to lose it, to see it pass.

The truth never shines forth, as the saying goes, because the only truth is that which is known to no one and which remains untransmitted, that which is not translated into words or images, that which remains concealed and unverified, which is perhaps why we do recount so much or even everything, to make sure that nothing has ever really happened, not once it's been told.