Neither reproaches nor encouragements are able to revive a faith that is waning.

Those who live in a world of human beings can only retrace their steps.

I have often heard that the novel is dead. But I see novels produced, I don't know how many a week, in France. I have the impression it's carrying along quite well.

For me, the poetry in a work is that which makes visible the invisible.

It's a question of not copying the masters, to look for something, good or bad, for oneself. To enter this liberated state of mind, one cannot copy the others.

Suspicion is one of the morbid reactions by which an organism defends itself and seeks another equilibrium.

We're swallowed up only when we are willing for it to happen.