The Shadow had no imagination. He neither looked at naked women nor thought of ridding the world of dictators like Hitler or Mussolini.

Someone dying asks if there is life after death. Yes, comes the answer, only not yours.

The images of things are not the things in themselves.

Time seems to me a drift, a shifting of sand. And my mind is shifting with it. I am wearing away.

Every major work of art is a transgression, but the artist is not necessarily, by nature, a transgressor.

Communists have no respect for people, only for positions.

It was evident to him that the world composed and recomposed itself constantly in an endless process of dissatisfaction.