« But sometimes I feel in subtle agreement with this universe in a reduced state, that I find it a pure aesthetic quality, without impasto of flesh, without anything too much. If there was an eroticism of appearance! Here I am seduced: we are beautiful self-regulating machines, we are functional and vigilant. Dissolved moods, soothed disturbances and turmoil of unknown origin. What a delicious rest! But this conversion is not made to last, it tires me, I want useless gestures and above all clumsy, I aspire to downtime, futile exchanges, games without rules. It is in the indeterminate that I find myself. »

« Calypso, the lover. She saved Ulysses, she holds him captive in his cave, both live and love each other out of the world, out of time; to this mortal who narrowly escaped death, she proposes nothing less than immortality. Ulysses refuses to become immortal. He's a man, he knows that he doesn't want to be lost. »

« Water in Venice is sovereign. Its sky when it has just been washed by rain is of incomparable brightness: a sky of pure water. Venice, a city conquered on the sea, born of it. I remember accessing it by boat from Greece; an intense emotion seized me, accompanied by a strange pride as if the Dogana granted me a special favor by opening my way. Female Venice, Venezia always feminine. In me this fear that its thousands of visitors will come to defile it. »