If a man has not, by the time he is 30, yielded to the fascination of every form of extremism, I don't know if he is to be admired or scorned-a saint or a corpse.

Romanian Language: a mixture of sun and dung with all its nostalgic ugliness, language of an accession to disaster.

To live... in any sense of the word... is to reject others; to accept them, one must renounce, do oneself violence.

Pursued by our origins:we all are.