The privileged classes can afford psychoanalysis and whiskey. Whereas all we get is sermons and sour wine. This is manifestly unfair. I protest, silently.

Is death that which gives meaning to life? And I said, no, life is that which gives meaning to life.

Art is not difficult because it wishes to be difficult, but because it wishes to be art.

The writer is one who, emnbarking upon a task, does not know what to do.

Food ... is the topmost taper on the golden candelabrum of existence.

The aim of literature ... is the creation of a strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart.

The best way to live is by not knowing what will happen to you at the end of the day.