Most people die at the last minute; others twenty years beforehand, some even earlier. They are the wretched of the earth.

My trouble is insomnia. If I had always slept properly, I'd never have written a line.

There's no tyrant like a brain.

Truth is a pain which will not stop. And the truth of this world is to die. You must choose: either dying or lying. Personally, I have never been able to kill myself

Life is filigree work. What is written clearly is not worth much, it's the transparency that counts.

For the poor of this world, two major ways of expiring are available: either by the absolute indifference of your fellow-men in peace-time, or by the homicidal passion of these same when war breaks out.

In circumstances of real tragedy you see things straight away...past, present, and future together.