It is not peace we seek but meaning.
I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.
Truth is what most contradicts itself.
But I love to feel events overlapping each other, crawling over one another like wet crabs in a basket
All culture corrupts, but French culture corrupts absolutely.
Perhaps our only sickness is to desire a truth which we cannot bear rather than to rest content with the fictions we manufacture out of each other.