The first concern of any dictatorship is, consequently, to subjugate both labor and culture.

Our reason has driven all away. Alone at last, we end up ruling over a desert.

I had only a little time left and I didn't want to waste it on God.

He was expressing his certainty that my appeal would be granted, but I was carrying the burden of a sin from which I had to free myself. According to him, human justice was nothing and divine justice was everything. I pointed out it was the former that had condemned me.

Lucifer also has died with God, and from his ashes has arisen a spiteful demon who does not even understand the object of his venture.

A novel is never anything but a philosophy expressed in images. And in a good novel the philosophy has disappeared into the images.

What more ghastly image can be called up than that of a man betrayed by his body who, simply because he did not die in time, lives out the comedy while awaiting the end, face to face with that God he does not adore, serving him as he served life, kneeling before a void and arms outstretched toward a heaven without eloquence that he knows to be also without depth?