You marry the day you realize the human defects of your love.

The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.

A war regarded as inevitable or even probable, and therefore much prepared for, has a very good chance of eventually being fought.

When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. I see in you that part of me which is you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, we share the same madness.

Anxiety is loves greatest killer.

The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.

The important task of literature is to free man, not to censor him, and that is why Puritanism was the most destructive and evil force which ever oppressed people and their literature: it created hypocrisy, perversion, fears, sterility.