Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are.

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.

I can't think of another writer who can move me as surreptitiously as Vian does

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

A short story relies on those values that make poetry and jazz what they are: tension, rhythms, inner beat, into unforeseen within foreseen parameters

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

Human history is the sad result of each one looking out for himself.