Now look at me! Take a good look! I was born and I knew I was alive and I knew what I wanted. What do you think is alive in me? Why do you think I'm alive? Because I have a stomach and eat and digest the food? Because I breathe and work and produce more food to digest? Or because I know what I want, and that something which knows how to want—isn't that life itself? And who—in this damned universe—who can tell me why I should live for anything but for that which I want?

Contrary to the ecologists, nature does not stand still and does not maintain the kind of equilibrium that guarantees the survival of any particular species - least of all the survival of her greatest and most fragile product: man.

When you have civilized men fighting savages, you support the civilized men, no matter who they are.

A spirit, too, needs fuel. It can run dry.

Compromise now, because you'll have to later, anyway, only then you'll have gone through things you'll wish you hadn't.

Never ask people about your work.

It's the hardest thing in the world - to do what we want. And it takes the greatest kinds of courage.