Life is full of strange absurdities, which, strangely enough, do not even need to appear plausible, since they are true.

In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.

We're like so many puppets hung on the wall, waiting for someone to come and move us or make us talk.

A fact is like a sack which won't stand up if it's empty. In order that it may stand up, one has to put into it the reason and sentiment which caused it to exist.

Inevitably we construct ourselves. Let me explain. I enter this house and immediately I become what I have to become, what I can become: I construct myself. That is, I present myself to you in a form suitable to the relationship I wish to achieve with you. And, of course, you do the same with me.

Pretending is a virtue. If you cant pretend, you can't be king.

I am an "unrealized" character, dramatically speaking.