Final Renard Selections

As a man, Christ was admirable. As God, one could say of him: "What? Was that all He could do?"

Let us not forget that the world makes no sense.

I have a remarkable memory: I forget everything! It is wonderfully convenient. It is as though the world were constantly renewing itself for me.

The theatre. To think that God, who sees everything, must see that!

Writing for someone is like writing to someone: you immediately feel obliged to lie.

Between me brain and me there is always a layer I cannot penetrate.