Sunday, the day for the language of leisure.

Vice is basically the love of failure.

He lies like a book. And he reads a lot of books.

I have the feeling it will influence my future writing to the extent that without any material worries I could develop a greater ease, even lightheartedness, in my writing

After all, when you take a walk you're after solitude, and if the solitude won't come to you, you must go to it.

Eroding solidarity paradoxically makes a society more susceptible to the construction of substitute collectives and fascisms of all kinds.

Strictly speaking, there are no holidays for art; art pursues you everywhere, and that's just fine with the artist.