There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror. And then, next day, you didn't know what to make of it,you couldn't interpret the horror you had glimpsed the day before. Yes, you know what evil costs.

She smiled and said with an ecstatic air: "It shines like a little diamond", "What does?" "This moment. It is round, it hangs in empty space like a little diamond; I am eternal.

One is still what one is going to cease to be and already what one is going to become. One lives one's death, one dies one's life.

The appearance of the other in the world corresponds therefore to a congealed sliding of the whole universe.

We cannot withdraw our cards from the game. Were we as silent and mute as stones, our very passivity would be an act.

For the artist, the color, the bouquet, the tinkling of the spoon on the saucer, are things in the highest degree. He stops at the quality of the sound or the form. He returns to it constantly and is enchanted with it.

I think [Alain Robbe-Grillet] a good writer, but he speaks to the comfortable bourgeoisie.