Write about this man who, drop by drop, squeezes the slave's blood out of himself until he wakes one day to find the blood of a real human being--not a slave's--coursing through his veins.

It is always "Youth, youth," when there is nothing else to be said.

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.

A woman is fascinated not by art but by the noise made by those in the field.

My own experience is that once a story has been written, one has to cross out the beginning and the end. It is there that we authors do most of our lying.

If you look at anything long enough, say just that wall in front of you - it will come out of that wall.

I will begin with what in my opinion is your lack of restraint. You are like a spectator in a theatre who expresses his enthusiasm so unrestrainedly that he prevents himself and others from hearing. That lack of restraint is particularly noticeable in the descriptions of nature with which you interrupt dialogues; when one reads them, these descriptions, one wishes they were more compact, shorter, say two or three lines.