It's perfectly obvious that somebody's responsible and somebody's innocent. Otherwise it [justice] makes no sense at all.

Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.

The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to - look the other way.

A vague uneasiness: the police. It's like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist. And before that, during all eternity, what was there? Nothing.

When you want to believe in something, you also have to believe in everything that's necessary for believing in it.

We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance, we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.