We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.

We are all special cases.

They knew now that if there is one thing one can always yearn for, and sometimes attain, it is human love.

Have you no hope at all? And do you really live with the thought that when you die, you die, and nothing remains?" "Yes," I said.

But all the long speeches, all the interminable days and hours that people had spent talking about my soul, had left me with the impression of a colorless swirling river that was making me dizzy.

I would rather not have upset him, but I couldn't see any reason to change my life. Looking back on it, I wasn't unhappy. When I was a student, I had lots of ambitions like that. But when I had to give up my studies I learned very quickly that none of it really mattered.

Every man, and for stronger reasons, every artist, wants to be recognized. So do I.