Man is fully responsible for his nature and his choices.

A man is involved in life, leaves his impress on it, and outside of that there is nothing.

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

Do you think I can read [Alain] Robbe-Grillet in an underdeveloped country? He does not feel himself maimed.

I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it's urgency.

I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my mouth. I swallow. It slides down my throat, it caresses me — and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth - lying low - grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.

The form [of literature] matters little to me, classical or not.