We live less and less, and we learn more and more. Sensibility is surrendering to intelligence.

To write well, to have style ... is to paint. The master faculty of style is therefore the visual memory. If a writer does not see what he describes-countrysides and figures, movements and gestures-how could he have a style, that is originality?

The pleasure of being a scoundrel can be adequately savored in silence.

Nothing exists except by virtue of a disequilibrium, an injustice. All existence is a theft paid for by other existences; no life flowers except on a cemetery.

For two thousand years Christianity has been telling us: life is death, death is life; it is high time to consult the dictionary.

And there is neither beginning nor end, nor past nor future; there is only a present, at the same time static and ephemeral, multiple and absolute. It is the vital ocean in which we all share, according to our strength, our needs or our desires.

Art is the accomplice of love.