My Pessimism Has Never Been Flabby.

I Should Wish [alain Robbe-grillet] To Realize That Guinea Exists.

I Do Not Believe In God; His Existence Has Been Disproved By Science. But In The Concentration Camp, I Learned To Believe In Men.

I Have Seen Children Dying Of Hunger. Over Against A Dying Child La Nausee Cannot Act As A Counterweight.

Through The Lack Of Attaching Myself To Words, My Thoughts Remain Nebulous Most Of The Time. They Sketch Vague, Pleasant Shapes And Then Are Swallowed Up; I Forget Them Almost Immediately.

As Far As Men Go, It Is Not What They Are That Interests Me, But What They Can Become.