One Cannot Choose What He Writes -

Life Is Full Of Strange Absurdities, Which, Strangely Enough, Do Not Even Need To Appear Plausible, Since They Are True.

Refusing To Have An Opinion Is A Way Of Having One, Isn't It?

When The Characters Are Really Alive Before Their Author, The Latter Does Nothing But Follow Them In Their Action, In Their Words, In The Situations Which They Suggest To Him.

Inevitably We Construct Ourselves. Let Me Explain. I Enter This House And Immediately I Become What I Have To Become, What I Can Become: I Construct Myself. That Is, I Present Myself To You In A Form Suitable To The Relationship I Wish To Achieve With You. And, Of Course, You Do The Same With Me.

We're Like So Many Puppets Hung On The Wall, Waiting For Someone To Come And Move Us Or Make Us Talk.