Our life is a book that writes itself and whose principal themes sometimes escape us. We are like characters in a novel who do not always understand what the author wants of them.

Let us hope that good authors who are bad Christians will find salvation through the books they write.

What is real is beyond all reach.

I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.

I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.

A child's fear is a world whose dark corners are quite unknown to grownup people; it has its sky and its abysses, a sky without stars, abysses into which no light can ever penetrate.