there is no dead matter," he taught us, "lifelessness is only a disguise behind which hide unknown forms of life. The range of these forms is infinite and their shades and nuances limitless.

Groping blindly in the darkness, he sank between the white mounds of cool feathers and slept as he fell, across the bed or with his head downward, pushing deep into the softness of the pillows, as if in sleep he wanted to drill through, to explore completely, that powerful massif of feather bedding rising out of the night.

My ideal goal is to "mature" into childhood. That would be genuine maturity.

This enraged the other Nazi so much that the next morning he came to our house and he shot my father.

Theses officers were good friends, so it must have been a terrible argument, because the one who played chess with my father was so angry that he walked over to the dentist's house and got the dentist out of bed and shot him.

One Sunday, a Sunday probably much like today, two Gestapo officers went out drinking together and they got drunk... They had an argument.