There was the same dazzling red glare. The sea gasped for air with each shallow, stifled wave that broke on the sand. ...with every blade of light that flashed off the sand, from a bleached shell or a peice of broken glass, my jaws tightened. I walked for a long time.

You always get exaggerated notions of things you don't know anything about.

Every authentic work of art is a gift offered to the future.

To create today is to create dangerously. Any publication is an act, and that act exposes one to the passions of an age that forgives nothing.

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

... I suppose that it is not so easy to go home and it takes a bit of time to make a son out of a stranger.

To create is likewise to give a shape to one's fate