I didn’t want to kill time. I don’t like that expression. I like to look at time, follow it with my eyes, take what I can.

The story in that book of yours comes down to a sudden slipup caused by two great vices: women and laziness.

You drink a language, you speak a language, and one day it owns you;.

Mother, death, love – everyone shares, unequally, those three poles of fascination.

As far as I’m concerned, religion is public transportation I never use.

To tell the truth, love is a heavenly beast that scares the hell out of me. I watch it devour people, two by two; it fascinates them with the lure of eternity, shuts them up in a sort of cocoon, lifts them up to heaven, and then drops their carcasses back to earth like peels.

Nobody’s granted a final day, just an accidental interruption in his life.

As far as I’m concerned, religion is public transportation I never use. This God – I like traveling in his direction, on foot if necessary, but I don’t want to take an organized trip.

...the devil's hour, two o'clock on a summer afternoon--the siesta hour.

La religion pour moi est un transport collectif que je ne prends pas. J’aime aller vers ce Dieu, à pied s’il le faut, mais pas en voyage organisé.