Pop, I'm nothing! I'm nothing, Pop. Can't you understand that? There's no spite in it any more. I'm just what I am, that's all.

The world is an oyster but you don't crack it open on a mattress

Look, we're all the same; a man is a fourteen-room house - in the bedroom he's asleep with his intelligent wife, in the living-room he's rolling around with some bare ass girl, in the library he's paying his taxes, in the yard he's raising tomatoes and in the cellar he's making a bomb to blow it all up.

The task of the real intellectual consists of analyzing illusions in order to discover their causes.

Try to keep the rebel artist alive in you, no matter how attractive or exhausting the temptation.

How to live had started out as an analytical problem of how to place himself so as to intercept the flow of money in the society.

He's not the finest character that ever lived. But he's a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid.