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

The sun is not ridiculous, quite the contrary. On everything I like, on the rust of the construction girders, on the rotten boards of the fence, a miserly, uncertain light falls, like the look you give, after a sleepless night, on decisions made with enthusiasm the day before, on pages you have written in one spurt without crossing out a word.

I had found my religion: nothing seemed more important to me than a book. I saw the library as a temple.

All the same, they [books] do serve some purpose. Culture doesn't save anything or anyone, it doesn't justify. But it's a product of man: he projects himself into it, he recognizes himself in it; that critical mirror alone offers him his image.

I think [Alain Robbe-Grillet] a good writer, but he speaks to the comfortable bourgeoisie.

She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.

Total war is no longer war waged by all members of one national community against all those of another. It is total... because it may well involve the whole world.