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

All I'm saying is that you should show some respect for what other people see with their eyes and feel with their fingers, even though it be the exact opposite.

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.

Our spirits have their own private way of understanding each other, of becoming intimate, while our external persons are still trapped in the commerce of ordinary words, in the slavery of social rules. Souls have their own needs and their own ambitions, which the body ignores when it sees that it's impossible to satisfy them or achieve them.

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

Whoever has the luck to be born a character can laugh even at death. Because a character will never die! A man will die, a writer, the instrument of creation: but what he has created will never die!