In football everything is complicated by the presence of the opposite team.

I am. I am, I exist, I think, therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think any more, I am because I think that I don't want to be, I think that I . . . because . . . ugh!

At that time [1954], as a result of political events, I was deeply preoccupied by my relations with the Communist Party.

Heroism is not to be won at the point of a pen.

Don't you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.

I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.

I am finishing a biography of [Gustave] Flaubert. Because he is the opposite of what I am. One needs to rub up against argument.