For forty years I was conscripted by the absolute, the neurosis. The absolute is gone. There remain countless tasks among which literature is in no way privileged.

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

Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.

Is there really nothing, nothing left of me?

The poor don't know that their function in life is to exercise our generosity.

The recent experiences of pocketbooks prove this. I have changed my public since my works have been published in a smaller format.

Man's existence precedes his essence