In Les Mots I explain the origin of my madness, of my neurosis. This analysis may help the young who dream of writing.

the worst part about being lied to is knowing you werent worth the truth

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

Besides one should not believe that the people only want reading that is easy to absorb.

I needed to justify my existence, and I had made an absolute of literature. It took me thirty years to get rid of this state of mind.

The absurd man will not commit suicide; he wants to live, without relinquishing any of his certainty, without a future, without hope, without illusions … and without resignation either. He stares at death with passionate attention and this fascination liberates him. He experiences the “divine irresponsibility” of the condemned man.

If a Jew is fascinated by Christians it is not because of their virtues, which he values little, but because they represent anonymity, humanity without race.