A madman's ravings are absurd in relation to the situation in which he finds himself, but not in relation to his madness.

Ha! to forget. How childish! I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears. You may nail your mouth shut, you may cut out your tongue, can you keep yourself from existing? Will you stop your thoughts.

There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.

Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.

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.

I should wish [Alain Robbe-Grillet] to realize that Guinea exists.