When you aren't sincere you need to pretend, and by pretending you end up believing yourself; that's the basic principle of every faith.

Loyalty, Signor Molteni, not love. Penelope is loyal to Ulysses but we do not know how far she loved him...and as you know people can sometimes be absolutely loyal without loving. In certain cases, in fact, loyalty is form of vengeance, of black-mail, of recovering one's self-respect. Loyalty, not love.

War has become an affair of machines...and soldiers are little more than clever mechanics.

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.

And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating.

When I sit at my table to write, I never know what it's going to be until I'm under way. I trust in inspiration, which sometimes comes and sometimes doesn't. But I don't sit back waiting for it. I work every day.

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