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

All psychological research is completely barred by the interpretations of the psychoanalysts. Everything happens in the unconscious, and I don't know what this unconscious is.

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

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

I don't admire Freud as much as some people do. Imagine Shakespeare being aware of the Oedipal complex when he wrote Hamlet. It would have been a disaster.

I have never sought the reason why I write.

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.