And yet I am happy. Yes, happy. I swear. I swear that I am happy...What does it matter that I am a bit cheap, a bit foul, and that no one appreciates all the remarkable things about me-my fantasy, my erudition, my literary gift...I am happy that I can gaze at myself, for any man is absorbing-yes, really absorbing! ... I am happy-yes, happy!

I cannot disobey something which I do not know and the reality of which I have the right to deny.

Why should I tolerate a perfect stranger at the bedside of my mind?

A good laugh is the best pesticide.

I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst.

I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading.

Curiosity is insubordination in its purest form.