emotion is first of all and in principle an accident

If I relegate impossible Salvation to the prop room, what remains? A whole man, composed of all men and as good as all of them and no better than any.

In Les Mots I explain the origin of my madness, of my neurosis. This analysis may help the young who dream of writing.

This [service to oppressed] is the writer's task, and, if he fulfills it as he should, he acquires no merit from it.

Because we can imagine, we are free.

It is not a matter of indifference whether we like oysters or clams, snails or shrimp, if only we know how to unravel the existential significance of these foods.

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