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

When any creativity becomes useful, it is sucked into the vortex of commercialism, and when a thing becomes commercial, it becomes the enemy of man.

It may be that even if half consciously, we choose our personalities to maintain a certain saving balance in the family's little universe.

Certainly the most diverse, if minor, pastime of literary life is the game of Find the Author.

A suicide kills two people, that's what it's for!

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.

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