It is the hardest thing to close the open hand of someone you love.

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

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

The man, the writer, the instrument of the creation will die, but his creation does not die.

Logic is one thing, the human animal another. You can quite easily propose a logical solution to something and at the same time hope in your heart of hearts it won't work out.

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.

Those who understood, in fact, say: 'I mustn't do this, I mustn't do that,' so as not to commit some stupidity or other! Splendid! But at a certain point we realize that all life is stupidity; so tell me yourself what it means never to have done anything foolish. At the very least it means you have never lived.