“So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.”

“The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth.”

“The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an i...”

“We must listen to poets.”

“Here is Menard's own intimate forest: 'Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and shade...I live in great density...Shelter lures me. I slump down into the thick foliage.....”