I will take it all: tongs, molten lead, prongs, garrotes, all that burns, all that tears, I want to truly suffer. Better one hundred bites, better the whip, vitriol, than this suffering in the head, this ghost of suffering which grazes and caresses and never hurts enough.

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

Handing over a bank note is enough to make a bicycle belong to me, but my entire life is needed to realize this possession.

Originally, poetry creates the myth, while the prose-writer draws its portrait.

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.

It is always more valuable to report the truth.

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.