What I see is teeming cohesion, contained dispersal... For him, to sculpt is to take the fat off space.

I clung to nothing, in a way I was calm. But it was a horrible calm—because of my body; my body, I saw with its eyes, I heard with its ears, but it was no longer me; it sweated and trembled by itself and I didn’t recognize it any more.

[Lost of the absolute] is in this sense that ''I no longer know what to do with my life" must be understood. Critics have been mistaken about the meaning of this phrase, seeing in it a cry of despair as in Simone de Beauvoir's "I have been cheated." When she uses this word it is to indicate that she claims from life an absolute which she cannot find there.

The aim of language...is to communicate...to impart to others the results one has obtained...As I talk, I reveal the situation...I reveal it to myself and to others in order to change it.

What is boredom? It is when there is simultaneously too much and not enough.

I am not recommending "popular" literature which aims at the lowest.

In Guinea I could read [Franz] Kafka. I re-discover in him my own discomfort.