I Still Forget, Sometimes, That

As Soon As One Knows One Is Going To Die, Childhood Is Over.... So One Can Be Grown Up At Seven. Then, I Believe Most Human Beings Forget What They Have Understood, Recover Another Sort Of Childhood That Can Last All Their Lives. It Is Not A True Childhood But A Kind Of Forgetting. Desires And Anxieties Are There, Preventing You From Having Access To The Essential Truth.

A Nose That Can See Is Worth Two That Sniff.

Every Message Of Despair Is The Statement Of A Situation From Which Everybody Must Freely Try To Find A Way Out.

It's Not A Certain Society That Seems Ridiculous To Me, It's Mankind.

I Still Forget, Sometimes, That I Am No Longer 12 Years Old.