I have changed as everyone changes: within a permanency.

The recent experiences of pocketbooks prove this. I have changed my public since my works have been published in a smaller format.

it was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.

Everything is gratuitous, this garden, this city and myself. When you suddenly realize it, it makes you feel sick and everything begins to drift . . . that's nausea.

There it is: I am gently slipping into the water's depths, towards fear.

Take [Stéphane] Mallarme. I hold him to be the greatest of French poets, and I have taken some time to understand him !

I considered calmly that I was born to write.