The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even more interesting, but also that I, which is if possible even more interesting, that I shall have to, I forget, no matter. And at the same time I am obliged to speak. I shall never be silent. Never.

It was the only way to progress, to stop.

We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench

My notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.

There is man in his entirety, blaming his shoe when his foot is guilty.

I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.

The end of a life is always vivifying.