I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in death than in life.

To choose not to choose is still to act.

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.

In Guinea I could read [Franz] Kafka. I re-discover in him my own discomfort.

What's done at night belongs to the night. In the daytime you don't talk about it.

You are -- your life, and nothing else.