The facts are to blame, my friend. We are all imprisoned by facts: I was born, I exist.

Woman - for example, look at her case! She turns tantalizing inviting glances on you. You seize her. No sooner does she feel herself in your grasp than she closes her eyes. It is a sign of her mission, the sign by which she says to man: "Blind yourself, for I am blind."

I present myself to you in a form suitable to the relationship I wish to achieve with you.

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.

The facts are to blame, my friend. We are all imprisoned by facts: I was born, I exist.

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.