I say a murder is abstract. You pull the trigger and after that you do not understand anything that happens.

I am alone in this white, garden-rimmed street. Alone and free. But this freedom is rather like death.

Do you think I can read [Alain] Robbe-Grillet in an underdeveloped country? He does not feel himself maimed.

I am a man, Jupiter, and each man must invent his own path.

Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.

I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.

Once liberty has exploded in the soul of a man, the gods can do nothing against that man.