I Rightly Pass For An Atheist.

I Always Dream Of A Pen That Would Be A Syringe.

Survival In The Conventional Sense Of The Term Means To Continue To Live, But Also To Live After Death.

These Years Of The Ecole Normale Were An Ordeal. Nothing Was Handed To Me On The First Try.

I Have Always Had School Sickness, As Others Have Seasickness. I Cried When It Was Time To Go Back To School Long After I Was Old Enough To Be Ashamed Of Such Behavior.

I Rightly Pass For An Atheist.