I have no need for good souls: an accomplice is what I wanted.

Photographs are not ideas. They give us ideas.

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

In a country lacking leaders, in Africa, for instance, how could a native educated in Europe refuse to become a professor, even at the price of his literary vocation?

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

But for me there is neither Monday nor Sunday: there are days which pass in disorder, and then, sudden lightning like this one. Nothing has changed and yet everything is different. I can't describe it, it's like the Nausea and yet it's just the opposite: at last an adventure happens to me and when I question myself I see that it happens that I am myself and that I am here; I am the one who splits in the night, I am as happy as the hero of a novel.

A lost battle is a battle one thinks one has lost.