I know. I know that I shall never again meet anything or anybody who will inspire me with passion. You know, it's quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you think about it you don't do it. I know I'll never jump again.

I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentration camp, I learned to believe in men.

Ideas come in pairs and they contradict one another; their opposition is the principal engine of reflection.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.

I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven's name, why is it so important to think the same things all together.

We must act out passion before we can feel it.

Acting is happy agony.