I Have Never Sought The Reason Why

All Psychological Research Is Completely Barred By The Interpretations Of The Psychoanalysts. Everything Happens In The Unconscious, And I Don't Know What This Unconscious Is.

Literature Is Always Trying To Show Other Parts Of This Immense Universe In Which We Live. It's Endless. I'm Sure There Will Be Other Writers Who Will Discover New Worlds.

The Act Of Writing Is A Kind Of Catharsis, A Liberation, But I Never Really Concerned Myself With That. I Write Because It Interests Me.

Neither Reproaches Nor Encouragements Are Able To Revive A Faith That Is Waning.

I Don't Admire Freud As Much As Some People Do. Imagine Shakespeare Being Aware Of The Oedipal Complex When He Wrote Hamlet. It Would Have Been A Disaster.