« Some of my days are so fragmented, make me play such varied roles, perhaps incompatible, just as it happens in these dreams that make us travel different places, and parade faces and characters with no apparent connection to leave a painful impression of dispersion. »

« There are many ways to do it. Being silent is one of them. »

« 1943: a year of the darkest and yet this narrow room without heating, without running water, with for all furniture a bed, a table and a chair, but where the sun penetrated and from where, at night, I saw the moon illuminate the city subject to curfew, yes, this room where, back from the high school Henri-IV, I toiled on my dissertations and my Latin versions , will forever remain the one where, in the solitude that was mine at the time, I was not the happiest (I was far from being), but perhaps the closest to myself, in this strange covenant that has never ceased to keep me company of diffuse melancholy and appetite for life. »