I consider Les Nourritures Terrestres as a frightening book: "Look for God in no other place than everywhere." Go and tell that to a workman, an engineer!

The public, too, has to make an effort in order to understand the writer who, though he renounce complacent obscurity, cannot always express his new-hidden thoughts lucidly and according to accepted models.

Nothingness haunts Being.

For the time being I have seen enough of living things, of dogs, of men, of all flabby masses which move spontaneously.

[Contemporary writer] could be a kind of [Samuel] Beckett who would not be felt to be totally committed to despair.

One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.

We do not judge the people we love.