I committed the first crime by creating men as mortals. After that, what more could you do, you the murderers? Come on; they already had death in them: at most you simply hastened things a little.

Introspection is always retrospection

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

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

For forty years I was conscripted by the absolute, the neurosis. The absolute is gone. There remain countless tasks among which literature is in no way privileged.

Because we can imagine, we are free.

Outside nature, against nature, without excuse, beyond remedy, except what remedy I find within myself.