I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.

I did not want to write, but I had to resign myself to it in the end.

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

The only sin is the sin of being born.

They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

Yes, I dont know why, but I have never been disappointed, and I often was in the early days, without feeling at the same time, or a moment later, an undeniable relief.