What is more true than anything else? To swim is true and to sink is true. One cannot speak any more of being, one must speak onlyof the mess.

I had little talent for happiness.

Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.

Make sense who may. I switch off.

Friendship, according to Proust, is the negation of that irremediable solitude to which every human being is condemned.

I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.

Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.