Poor workers! First they're cuckolded, and, as if that weren't enough, then they're beaten! Work's a curse, Saturno. I say to hell... with the work you have to do to earn a living! That kind of work does us no honor; all it does is fill up the bellies of the pigs who exploit us. But the work you do because you like to do it, because you've heard the call, you've got a vocation--that's ennobling! We should all be able to work like that. Look at me, Saturno--I don't work. And I don't care if they hang me, I won't work! Yet I'm alive! I may live badly, but at least I don't have to work to do it!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If the devil were to offer me a resurgence of what is commonly called virility, I'd decline. "Just keep my liver and lungs in good... working order," I'd reply, "so I can go on drinking and smoking!"LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Fortunately, somewhere between chance and mystery lies imagination, the only thing that protects our freedom, despite the fact tha...t people keep trying to reduce it or kill it off altogether.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If you were to ask me if I'd ever had the bad luck to miss my daily cocktail, I'd have to say that I doubt it; where certain thing...s are concerned, I plan ahead.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You have to begin to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to realize that memory is what makes our lives. Life without me...mory is no life at all, just as an intelligence without the possibility of expression is not really an intelligence. Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All my life I've been harassed by questions: Why is something this way and not another? How do you account for that? This rage to ...understand, to fill in the blanks, only makes life more banal. If we could only find the courage to leave our destiny to chance, to accept the fundamental mystery of our lives, then we might be closer to the sort of happiness that comes with innocence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »