Ce matin, quand tu t'es regardé dans la glace tu ne t'es pas vu. C'est parce que je n'étais pas encore là. (IX, 59) - Eugène Ionesco

It was quite fashionable to poke fun at Hugo. You remember Gide’s “Victor Hugo is the greatest French poet, alas!” or Cocteau’s “Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo.” Anyway, I hated rhetoric and eloquence. I agreed with Verlaine, who said, “You have to get hold of eloquence and twist its neck off!” Nonetheless, it took some courage. Nowadays it is common to debunk great men, but it wasn’t then.

I am told, in a dream ... you can only get the answer to all your questions through a dream. So in my dream, I fall asleep, and I dream, in my dream, that I'm having that absolute, revealing dream.

Assassin! Misérable! Tu m'as tuée et maintenant tu ne veux pas que je m'empoisonne!