Once liberty has exploded in the soul of a man, the gods can do nothing against that man.

Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

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.

Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.

We must act out passion before we can feel it.

I respect orders but I respect myself too and I do not obey foolish rules made especially to humiliate me.

Objects should not touch because they are not alive. You use them, put them back in place, you live among them: they are useful, nothing more. But they touch me, it is unbearable. I am afraid of being in contact with them as though they were living beasts.