Commitment is an act, not a word.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

It's just what people do when they're getting old, when they're sick of themselves and their life; they think of money and take care of themselves.

If I became a philosopher, if I have so keenly sought this fame for which I'm still waiting, it's all been to seduce women basically.

Neither sex, without some fertilization of the complimentary characters of the other, is capable of the highest reaches of human endeavor.

I know. I know that I shall never again meet anything or anybody who will inspire me with passion. You know, it's quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you think about it you don't do it. I know I'll never jump again.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.