It is easier to kill what we do not know.

Even when one sits in the prisoner's dock, it is interesting to hear talk about oneself.

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

She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

The society based on production is only productive, not creative.

Every ideology is contrary to human psychology.

In the past, the poverty they shared had a certain sweetness about it. When the end of the day came and they would eat their dinner in silence with the oil lamp between them, there was a secret joy in such simplicity, such retrenchment.