If things were simple, word would have gotten around.

I was wondering myself where I am going. So I would answer you by saying, first, that I am trying, precisely, to put myself at a point so that I do not know any longer where I am going.

If I only did what I can do, I wouldn't do anything

The blindness that opens the eye is not the one that darkens vision. Tears and not sight are the essence of the eye.

Psychoanalysis has taught that the dead – a dead parent, for example – can be more alive for us, more powerful, more scary, than the living. It is the question of ghosts.

To pretend, I actually do the thing: I have therefore only pretended to pretend.

Monsters cannot be announced. One cannot say: 'Here are our monsters,' without immediately turning the monsters into pets.

I always dream of a pen that would be a syringe.

The traditional statement about language is that it is in itself living, and that writing is the dead part of language.

One often speaks without seeing, without knowing, without meaning what one says.

There is nothing outside the text

Why shine, when there's nothing to shine on?

Goodness by its nature is lovable and love finds it impossible not to pursue goodness.

If I can't write it would be as if I died.

Food! Oh my god, I love food. Sugar makes me come alive.

That state is a state of slavery in which a man does what he likes to do in his spare time and in his working time that which is required of him.

Pain and fear and hunger are effects of causes which can be foreseen and known: but sorrow is a debt which someone else makes for us.

To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely.

Those beings only are fit for solitude who are like nobody, and are liked by nobody.

A lot of people don't enjoy their jobs, and it's one of the main things we like to complain about.

A person may rise to the highest degree of contemplation even when busily occupied.