Absurd, irreducible; nothing--not even a profound and secret delirium of nature--could explain [a tree root].
We are our choices.
I should wish [Alain Robbe-Grillet] to realize that Guinea exists.
Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.
Better to have beasts that let themselves be killed than men who run away.
As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.