Memory is a mirror that scandalously lies.

Nothing is more comical than seriousness understood as a virtue that has to precede all important literature

Before going back to sleep I imagined (I saw) a plastic universe, changeable, full of wondrous chance, an elastic sky, a sun that suddenly is missing or remains fixed or changes its shape.

Now that I think about it, it seems to me that’s what Idiocy is: the ability to be enthusiastic all the time about anything you like, so that a drawing on the wall does not have to be diminished by the memory of the frescoes of Giotto in Padua.

We no longer believe because it is absurd: it is absurd because we must believe.

The more a book is like an opium pipe, the more the Chinaman reader is satisfied with it and tends to discuss the quality of the drug rather than its lethargic effects.

The unusual is only found in a very small percentage, except in literary creations, and that is exactly what makes literature.