I was a neophyte in another world [in 1954].

It is disgusting -- Why must we have bodies?

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

On my way to the office in the morning, there are, in front of me, behind me, other men going to their jobs. I see them; if I dared, I would smile at them. I think to myself that I am a socialist, that they are the purpose of my life, of my efforts and that they do not know it yet.

Ideas come in pairs and they contradict one another; their opposition is the principal engine of reflection.

Photographs are not ideas. They give us ideas.

It's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don't do it.