Better a good journalist than a poor assassin.
It is therefore senseless to think of complaining since nothing foreign has decided what we feel, what we live, or what we are.
To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June
I never could bear the idea of anyone's expecting something from me. It always made me want to do just the opposite.
Sometimes the truth is too simple for intellectuals.
The appearance of the other in the world corresponds therefore to a congealed sliding of the whole universe.