As soon as one is born, one starts dying.

Not one of us can lie or pretend. We're all fixed in good faith in a certain concept of ourselves.

Life is a very sad piece of buffoonery, because we have .. the need to fool ourselves continuously by the spontaneous creation of a reality .. which, from time to time, reveals itself to be vain and illusory.

When a character is born, he acquires at once such an independence, even of his own author, that he can be imagined by everybody even in many other situations where the author never dreamed of placing him; and so he acquires for himself a meaning which the author never thought of giving him.

Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be - like the reality of yesterday - an illusion tomorrow.

Refusing to have an opinion is a way of having one, isn't it?

When the characters are really alive before their author, the latter does nothing but follow them in their action, in their words, in the situations which they suggest to him.