To remain a man in today's world, one must have not only unfailing energy and unwavering intensity, one must also have a little luck.

This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself.

If we understood the enigmas of life there would be no need for art.

I know that man is capable of great deeds. But if he isn't capable of great emotion, well, he leaves me cold.

It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners.

The absurd hero's refusal to hope becomes his singular ability to live in the present with passion.

To live is to hurt others, and through others, to hurt oneself. Cruel earth! How can we manage not to touch anything? To find what ultimate exile?