∙I was, I am, I will be, me is a question of grammar and not of existence.
∙To live here is death; elsewhere, suicide. Where can one go?
∙Every tormented person in the West makes one think of a hero of Dostoevsky with a bank account.
∙Great persecutors are recruited among martyrs whose heads haven't been cut off.
∙We are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher the poet's equal there.
∙The history of ideas is no more than a parade of labels converted into so many absolutes.
∙At any price, we must keep those who have too clear a conscience from living and dying in peace.