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On The Surface, An Intelligible Lie; Underneath, The Unintelligible Truth.

The Rediscovered Path, Where Were Left The Traces Of Childhood's Lost Steps.

Memory Does Not Make Films, It Makes Photographs.

I Am Not In Favor Of Imposing Happiness On People. Everyone Has A Right To His Bad Wine, To His Stupidity, And To His Dirty Fingernails.

There Are Metaphysical Problems, Problems Of Human Existence, That Philosophy Has Never Known How To Grasp In All Their Concreteness And That Only The Novel Can Seize.