Our Memory Is Our Coherence, Our Reason,

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!

Frankly, Despite My Horror Of The Press, I'd Love To Rise From The Grave Every Ten Years Or So And Go Buy A Few Newspapers.

I Can Only Wait For The Final Amnesia, The One That Can Erase An Entire Life.

If Someone Were To Tell Me I Had Twenty Years Left, And Ask Me How I'd Like To Spend Them, I'd Reply 'give Me Two Hours A Day Of Activity, And I'll Take The Other Twenty-two In Dreams.'

Refuse Any Image That Could Have A Rational Meaning Or Any Memory Or Culture