The Task Of The Solitary Man Is

The Desire To Die Was My One And Only Concern; To It I Have Sacrificed Everything, Even Death.

Psychoanalysis Is A Technique We Practice At Our Cost; Psychoanalysis Degrades Our Risks, Our Dangers, Our Depths; It Strips Us Of Our Impurities, Of All That Made Us Curious About Ourselves.

To Have Committed Every Crime But That Of Being A Father.

The Literary Man? An Indiscreet Man, Who Devaluates His Miseries, Divulges Them, Tells Them Like So Many Beads: Immodesty-the Sideshow Of Second Thoughts-is His Rule; He Offers Himself.

There Was A Time When Time Did Not Yet Exist.