My memories are like coins in the devil’s purse: when you open it you find only dead leaves. - Jean-Paul Sartre

They explain the new by the old — and the old they explain by the older still, like those
historians who turn a Lenin into a Russian Robespierre, and a Robespierre into a French Cromwell: when all is said and done, they have never understood anything at all.

movements never quite exist, they are passages, intermediaries between two existences, moments of weakness, I expected to see them come out of nothingness, progressively ripen, blossom: I was finally going to surprise beings in the process of being born.

For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.