Who ever said that one was born just once?

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.

If things were simple, word would have gotten around.

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.

Let us go forth and unconquer the world!

Nothing brings to life again a forgotten memory like a fragrance.

He has a right to criticize who has a heart to help.

He may be mad, but there's method in his madness. There nearly always is method in madness. It's what drives men mad, being methodical.

Every spare second I would write, somehow. On my lunch hour, too.

There's always a side of a woman that likes a man from the other side of the tracks

All I did was die,' I said. 'And then, when presented with an opportunity not to be dead any more, I took it. Anyone else would have done the same thing.

When you finally come out, there's a pain that stops, and you know it will never hurt like that again, no matter how much you lose or how bad you die.

Beauty plus pity -- that is the closest we can get to a definition of art.