When One Does Nothing, One Believes Oneself

What Do I Care About Jupiter? Justice Is A Human Issue, And I Do Not Need A God To Teach It To Me.

I Needed To Justify My Existence, And I Had Made An Absolute Of Literature. It Took Me Thirty Years To Get Rid Of This State Of Mind.

Besides One Should Not Believe That The People Only Want Reading That Is Easy To Absorb.

I Am Going To Outlive Myself. Eat, Sleep, Sleep, Eat. Exist Slowly, Softly, Like These Trees, Like A Puddle Of Water, Like The Red Bench In The Streetcar.

Man Exists, Turns Up, Appears On The Scene And Only Afterwards, Defines Himself