I think [Alain Robbe-Grillet] a good writer, but he speaks to the comfortable bourgeoisie.
We must act out passion before we can feel it.
Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat.
With despair, true optimism begins: the optimism of the man who expects nothing, who knows he has no rights and nothing coming to him, who rejoices in counting on himself alone and in acting alone for the good of all.
Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them... there is nothing.
For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.