I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the mystery of fiction and language. For me all those things were born with that novel.

A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.

I tried to swallow his nonsense without choking.

If people thought a quarter of what they speak, this world would be heaven.

Our world will not die as the result of the bomb, as the papers say, it will die of laughter, of banality, or making a joke of everything, and a lousy joke at that.

Julian spoke with the clear, unequivocal lucidity of madmen who have escaped the hypocrisy of having to abide by a reality that makes no sense.

There are people you remember and people you dream of.