My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I'm going to sleep.

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

God is absence. God is the solitude of man.

The universe remains dark. We are animals struck by catastrophe.

I have seen children dying of hunger. Over against a dying child La Nausee cannot act as a counterweight.

I tell you in truth: all men are Prophets or else God does not exist.

The form [of literature] matters little to me, classical or not.