Every writer, big or small, needs to say or write that the genius is always hissed at by his contemporaries. Naturally, this is not true, it happens only occasionally and often by chance. But this need within the writer is enlightening.

I have never been able, really, to regret anything in all my life. I have always been far much too absorbed in the present moment or the immediate future to think back.

Rebellion cannot exist without a strange form of love.

God put self-pity by the side of despair like the cure by the side of the disease.

Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only by your death.

If it adapts itself to what the majority of our society wants, art will be a meaningless recreation.

I said that the world is absurd, but I was too hasty. This world in itself is not reasonable, that is all that can be said. But what is absurd is the confrontation of this irrational and the wild longing for clarity whose call echoes in the human heart.