You can't think on purpose about somebody or something. Either you think about them naturally or you don't think at all.

Dictatorships are one-way streets. Democracy boasts two-way traffic.

An uncertain evil causes anxiety because, at the bottom of one's heart, one goes on hoping till the last moment that it may not be true; a certain evil, on the other hand, instills, for a time, a kind of dreary tranquillity.

Every true writer is like a bird; he repeats the same song, the same theme, all his life. For me, this theme as always been revolt.

Good writers are monotonous, like good composers. They keep trying to perfect the one problem they were born to understand.

I do not foresee a time when I shall feel that I have nothing to say.

The novel as we knew it in the nineteenth century was killed off by Proust and Joyce.