She had lived her early years as though she were waiting for something she might, but never did, become.

I see journalists as the manual workers, the laborers of the word. Journalism can only be literature when it is passionate.

It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.

People come to Paris, to the capital, to give their lives a sense of belonging, of an almost mythical participation in society.

Madness is like intelligence, you know. You can't explain it. Just like intelligence. It comes on you, it fills you, and then you understand it. But when it goes away you can't understand it at all any longer.

You are what you are and that fascinates me.

I'm still there, watching those possessed children, as far away from the mystery now as I was then. I've never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.