But the end is there, transforming everything. For us, the man is already the hero of the story. His moroseness, his money troubles are much more precious than ours, they are all gilded by the light of future passions.

Night is falling: at dusk, you must have good eyesight to be able to tell the Good Lord from the Devil.

I would like to see the truth clearly before it is too late.

I'm going to leave, I'm going to take my train. But behind the existence which falls from one present to the other, without a past, without a future, behind these sounds which decompose from day to day, peel off and slip towards death, the melody stays the same, young and firm, like a pitiless witness.

This joy was used up a long time ago. Will it be reborn today?

All I really want to do is go to the book store , drink coffee and read.

You know, it's quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you think about it you don't do it.