I’ve dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.

The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist.

Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.

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

Is there really nothing, nothing left of me?

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.

Man is abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no aim but what he sets himself.