Everything is gratuitous, this garden, this city and myself. When you suddenly realize it, it makes you feel sick and everything begins to drift . . . that's nausea.

Death is a continuation of my life without me.

To think new thoughts you have to break the bones in your head

I am myself and I am here.

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

A writer who takes political, social or literary positions must act only with the means that are his. These means are the written words.

One should commit no stupidity twice, the variety of choice is, in the end, large enough.