I hope the dogs don't bark tonight. I always think it's mine

If there is a soul, it is a mistake to believe that it is given to us fully created. It is created here, throughout a whole life. And living is nothing else but that long and painful bringing forth.

Thoughts of suicide have got me through many a bad night.

My dear friend, we mustn't give them even the slightest excuse to judge us! Otherwise, we end up in pieces.

A character is never the author who created him. It is quite likely, however, that an author may be all his characters simultaneously.

A stranger to myself and to the world, armed solely with a thought that negates itself as soon as it asserts, what is this condition in which I can have peace only by refusing to know and to live, in which the appetite for conquest bumps into walls that defy its assaults?

To lose the touch of flowers and women's hands is the supreme separation.