When you're alone, you're in bad compny.
When you want to understand something you stand in front of it, alone, without help: all the past in the world is of no use.
When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell something: the plausible disappears at the same time as the friends.
When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die.
When she was in Djibouti and I was in Aden, and I used to go and see her for twenty-four hours, she managed to multiply the misunderstandings between us until there were exactly sixty minutes before I had to leave; sixty minutes, just long enough to make you feel the seconds passing one by one.
When rich people fight wars with one another, poor people are the ones to die.
When it is dark, the objects and I will come out of limbo.
When a man gets drunk he gets sentimental. That's what I wanted to avoid.
What's done at night belongs to the night. In the daytime you don't talk about it.