My characters have nothing. I'm working with impotence, ignorance... that whole zone of being that has always been set aside by artists as something unusable - something by definition incompatible with art.

What do we do now, now that we are happy?

What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.

We should have thought of it when the world was young, in the nineties.

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

How time flies when one has fun!

I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.