I was escaping from Nature and at last becoming myself, that Other whom I was aspiring to be in the eyes of others.

Because we can imagine, we are free.

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

I receive letters from workers, from secretaries. . . . They are the most interesting ones.

Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

What do you want to do with the [Communist] Party? A racing stable? What good is it to sharpen a knife every day if you never useit for slicing? A party is never more than a means. There is only one objective: power.

You see, I'm fond of teasing, it's a second nature with me—and I'm used to teasing myself. Plaguing myself, if you prefer; I don't tease nicely.