Better a good journalist than a poor assassin.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.

In love, one and one are one.

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

The viable jewels of life remain untouched when man forgets his vocation of searching for the truth of his existence.