The creed of sacrifice is a morality for the immoral.

[What for] was the first question he asked about any activity proposed to him - and nothing would make him act, if he found no valid answer. He flew through the days of his summer month like a rocket, but if one stopped him in mid-flight, he could always name the purpose of his every random moment. Two things were impossible to him: to stand still or to move aimlessly.

I am an intransigent atheist, though not a militant one. This means that I am not fighting against religion - I am fighting for reason.

I guard my treasures: my thoughts, my will, my freedom. And the greatest of these is freedom.

There's only one passion in most artists more violent than their desire for admiration: their fear of identifying the nature of such admiration as they do receive.

She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected.

Every loneliness is a pinnacle