How hard it is, how bitter it is to become a man!

Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.

I do not want to believe that death is the gateway to another life. For me, it is a closed door. I do not say it is a step we must all take, but that it is a horrible and dirty adventure.

Imagination offers people consolation for what they cannot be, and humor for what they actually are.

No doubt our love was still there, but quite simply it was unusable, heavy to carry, inert inside of us, sterile as crime or condemnation. It was no longer anything except a patience with no future and a stubborn wait.

The most eloquent eulogy of capitalism was made by its greatest enemy. Marx is only anti-capitalist in so far as capitalism is out of date.

Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.