[Lost of the absolute] is in this sense that ''I no longer know what to do with my life" must be understood. Critics have been mistaken about the meaning of this phrase, seeing in it a cry of despair as in Simone de Beauvoir's "I have been cheated." When she uses this word it is to indicate that she claims from life an absolute which she cannot find there.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact.

I am a man, Jupiter, and each man must invent his own path.

I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'.

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

This desire [to write] is rather strange all the same and is not without a certain "cracked" quality.