The day when I am no more than a writer I shall cease to be a writer.
Don't let them tell us stories.
Cruel irony, the poor man tormented with hunger feeds those who plead his case.
Believe me, for certain men at least, not taking what one doesn't desire is the hardest thing in the world.
Men are never convinced of your reasons, of your sincerity, of the seriousness of your sufferings, except by your death. So long as you are alive, your case is doubtful; you have a right only to their skepticism.
“To think the way you do,” he said smiling, “you have to be a man who lives either on a tremendous despair, or on a tremendous hope.” “On both, perhaps.”