Writing History Is Like Drinking An Ocean

I Live Absolutely Like An Oyster.

I Love My Work With A Frenetic And Perverse Love, As An Ascetic Loves The Hair Shirt Which Scratches His Belly.

Sentences Must Stir In A Book Like Leaves In A Forest, Each Distinct From Each Despite Their Resemblance.

Madame Bovary Is Myself.

I Believe That If One Always Looked At The Skies, One Would End Up With Wings.