In the state I was in, if someone had come and told me I could go home quietly, that they would leave me my life whole, it would have left me cold: several hours or several years of waiting is all the same when you have lost the illusion of being eternal.

I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away.

When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell a story: the plausible disappears at the same time as the friends. You let events flow by too: you suddenly see people appear who speak and then go away; you plunge into stories of which you can't make head or tail: you'd make a terrible witness.

The best work is not what is most difficult for you; it is what you do best.

You must be afraid, my son. That is how one becomes an honest citizen.

What I see is teeming cohesion, contained dispersal... For him, to sculpt is to take the fat off space.

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.