I think it is vanity to want to put into a story anything but the story itself.

I realized that searching was my symbol, the emblem of those who go out at night with nothing in mind, the motives of a destroyer of compasses.

Time is born in the eyes, everybody knows that.

There was a time when I thought a great deal about the axolotls. I went to see them at the aquarium at the Jardin des Plantes and stayed for hours watching them, observing their immobility; their faint movements. Now I am an axolotl.

I think it is vanity to want to put into a story anything but the story itself.

(memory is) A strange echo, which stores its replicas according to some other acoustic than consciousness or expectation.

The fantastic breaks the crust of appearance … something grabs us by the shoulders to throw us outside ourselves. I have always known that the big surprises await us where we have learned to be surprised by nothing, that is, where we are not shocked by ruptures in the order.