“I am too much in love with my lies and hypocrisies not to confess them fervently.”

“I love life - that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.”

“Let’s not beat around the bush; I love life — that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.”

“The act of love is a confession.”

“A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.”

“Where is the absurdity of the world? Is it this resplendent glow or the memory of its absence? With so much sun in my memory, how could I have wagered on nonsense? People around me are amazed; so am I, at times. I could tell them, as I tell myself, that it was in fact the sun that helped me, and that the very thickness of its light coagulates the universe and its forms into a dazzling darkness.”

“You know very well that I no longer think. I am far too intelligent for that.”