As if there could be true stories: things happen in one way, and we retell them in the opposite way.

To choose not to choose is still to act.

The lad who dreams of being a boxing champion or an admiral chooses reality. If the writer chooses the imaginary, he confuses the two.

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

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

We are our choices.

A writer must refuse to allow himself to be transformed into an institution.