From the place where we are right, flowers will not grow in the spring.

The world of religion isn't a logical world; that's why children like it. It's a world of worked-out fantasies, very similar to children's stories or fairy tales.

The memory of my father is wrapped up in white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day of work. Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat, he drew love from his small body.

I’ve never been in those places where I’ve never been and never will be, I have no share in the infinity of light-years and dark-years, but the darkness is mine, and the light, and my time is my own.

From the place where we are right, flowers will not grow in the spring.

Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding.

There are two languages: one as things seem to us and the other of knowledge.