It is always more valuable to report the truth.

I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.

The painful secret of gods and kings is that men are free, Aegistheus. You know it and they do not.

For the time being I have seen enough of living things, of dogs, of men, of all flabby masses which move spontaneously.

I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my mouth. I swallow. It slides down my throat, it caresses me — and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth - lying low - grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.

In Guinea I could read [Franz] Kafka. I re-discover in him my own discomfort.

Absurd, irreducible; nothing--not even a profound and secret delirium of nature--could explain [a tree root].