When I curse Fate, it's not me, but the earth in me.
Be young forever, seasons of the earth.
You who think of us: they lived only in delusion... Know that we the People of the Book, will never die!
The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.
We have become indifferent to content, and react, not even to form, but to technique, to technical efficiency itself.