The secret is that when you've been pitched head first into hell you just write about it

Prayers are like those appeals of ours. Either they don't get through or they're returned with 'rejected' scrawled across 'em.

If you ever get twenty-five years for nothing, if you find yourself wearing four number patches on your clothes, holding your hands permanently behind your back, submitting to searches morning and evening, working until you are utterly exhausted, dragged into the cooler whenever someone denounces you, trodden deeper and deeper into the ground-from the hole you're in, the fine words of the great humanists will sound like the chatter of the well-fed and free.

Let us drive away those cruel, greedy oppressors, governments, and the new ones, having just laid aside grenades and rifles, will be just and understanding. Far from it.

A hard life improves the vision.

In every life there is one particular event that is decisive for the entire person-for his fate, his convictions, his passions.

Too much art was no art at all. Like candy instead of bread!