When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.

Ah! yes, I know: those who see me rarely trust my word: I must look too intelligent to keep it.

I hate victims who respect their executioners.

In Les Mots I explain the origin of my madness, of my neurosis. This analysis may help the young who dream of writing.

the worst part about being lied to is knowing you werent worth the truth

Everything in my past, in my training, everything that has been most essential in my activity up to now has made me above all a man who writes, and it is too late for that to change.

You must be afraid, my son. That is how one becomes an honest citizen.