Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

Naturally, in the course of my life I have made lots of mistakes, large and small, for one reason or another, but at the heart of it all, every time I made a mistake it was because I was not radical enough.

We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact.

It is too early to love. We will buy the right to do so by shedding blood.

In Les Mots I explain the origin of my madness, of my neurosis. This analysis may help the young who dream of writing.

The revolution you dream of is not ours. You don't want to change the world; you want to blow it up.