In two weeks, despite these notes, I shall no longer believe in what I am experiencing now. One must leave behind a trace of this journey which memory forgets. One must, when this is impossible, write or draw without responding to the romantic solicitations of pain, without enjoying suffering like music, tieing a pen to one's foot if need be, helping the doctors who can learn nothing from laziness.

It seems to me that invisibility is the required provision of elegance. Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.

French people are Italian people in a bad mood.

I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love

Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.

Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.

Art is science in the flesh.