Why have we had to invent Eden, to live submerged in the nostalgia of a lost paradise, to make up utopias, propose a future for ourselves?

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

Only by living absurdly is it possible to break out of this infinite absurdity.

Skill alone cannot teach or produce a great short story, which condenses the obsession of the creature; it is a hallucinatory presence manifest from the first sentence to fascinate the reader, to make him lose contact with the dull reality that surrounds him, submerging him in another that is more intense and compelling.

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

When one wants to write, one writes. If one is condemned to write, one writes.

As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. (...) You don't pick out the rain that soaks you to the skin when you come out of a concert.