All that remains is the mad desire for present identity through a woman.

If you criticize what you’re doing too early you’ll never write the first line.

Either marriage is a destiny, I believe, or there is no sense in it at all, it's a piece of humbug.

We asked for workers. We got people instead.

Travelling, gentlemen, is medieval, today we have means of communication, not to speak of tomorrow and the day after, means of communication that bring the world into our homes, to travel from one place to another is atavistic.

It is only the consciousness of a nonexistence which allows us to realize for moments that we are living.

The difference between an author and a horse is that the horse doesn't understand the horse dealer's language.