“No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.”

“Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.”

“Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”

“Yes, there is no good pretending, it is hard to leave everything.”

“[Y]ou cannot mention everything in its proper place, you must choose, between the things not worth mentioning and those and those even less so.”

“And yet sometimes it seems to me I am there, among the incriminated scenes, tottering under the attributes peculiar to the lords of creation ... Yes, more than once I almost took myself for...”