« No game, ever, has managed to get the upper hand on the pleasure that gives me the pleasure that gives me the reading of novels, new ones, provided that, one way or another, they tell a story that at the same time I dread and am eager to know the end. Deprived of reading, I would be reduced to being only who I am. I do not believe, however, that it is my "real life", nor that it allows me to live by proxy imaginary lives or to confuse mine with a novel. No, more simply, more effectively, it detaches me from my fixed points, it frees me from the distressing thought that my life could be a succession of days of which one repeats, or, worse, erases the other. She takes me where I'm not and yet, since she trains me there, it's because I'm there! Reading is my big game. »

« Between the precision of the gaze, which does not go humane, and the blur that, erasing the contours, risks dissolving me, I do not want to choose. I need the alternation. I need Piero della francesca and Turner. I need geometric shapes and clouds, the mists that cover the tree tops in the fall and the clean lines, the sketches of the painters and the accomplished bodies of the sculptors. I want to stay in the undetermined place of limbo but I refuse to stay there. I like to find the right words and be able to smear. I like the vague thoughts and coherence of the speech, the silence of the accused and the eloquence of the lawyer, the time between dog and wolf and the trains that depart at the minute. »

« A child is bored: it is that he has ceased to believe in the powers of illusion. Suddenly he stops playing. He will not go to do the homework that the school requires. No, he's not attracted to any nose. It foreshadows the disengaged man. »