I've always wanted to get as far as possible from the place where I was born. Far both geographically and spiritually. To leave it behind ... I feel ….

Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and ….

He awoke, opened his eye. The room meant very little to him; he was too deeply immersed in the non-being from which he had just come. If he had not t….

Security is a false God. Begin to make sacrifices to it and you are lost..

Fiction should always steer clear of political considerations..

There is a way to master silence Control its curves, inhabit its dark corners And listen to the hiss of time outside.

Life is lived only once. And the less seriously the better..

We've never managed, either one of us, to get all the way into life. We're hanging on to the outside for all we're worth, convinced we're going to fa….

It's unnecessary and destructive to think of oneself at all. People ask me, 'What do you think of yourself as?' My answer is, 'Nothing..

The only effort worth making is the one it takes to learn the geography of one's own nature..

Since the world began has any man ever been able to know what would happen tomorrow? The world of men is today. I'm asking you to open your heart tod….

Each time I go to a place I have not seen before I hope it will be as different as possible from the places I already know. I assume it is natural f….

Illness reduces man to his basic state: a cloaca in which the chemical processes continue. The meaningless hegemony of the involuntary..

That was what he wanted, to be baked dry and hard, to feel the vaporous worries evaporating one by one, to know finally that all the damp little doub….

Publishers are thieves, they are on the other side of the barricade..

Although I knew enough Freud to believe that the sex urge was an important mainspring of life, it still seemed to me that any conscious manifestation….

A black star appears, a point of darkness in the night sky's clarity. Point of darkness and gateway to repose. Reach out, pierce the fine fabric of t….

The act of living had been enjoyable; at some point when I was not paying attention, it had turned into a different sort of experience, to whose grim….