An interesting and basically random collection of musings. Here are some of my favourite lines


Only I’m not a writer. I’m a novelist. And the novelist does not know the joy of writing.

I couldn’t have written a hundred-volume work with a hundred characters. But perhaps a work in a hundred volumes with one character.

In Le Fils I took an actuary as a character. These are unquestionably the people who cast the coldest eye on human life,

isn’t silence sometimes the more difficult option?


I wonder if the essential characteristic of crime isn’t its illogic, which would explain why in the Middle Ages it was attributed to demons taking possession of a human being, and why today the psychiatrist is more and more often called in.


Won’t we always end by believing in what suits us best personally? It’s for this reason that I can never convince myself that any man is wholly insincere, even a politician.