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.

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.

Art and order, the relatives that refuse to relate.

I do not fight against men, but against the system that is sexist.

As is said about most writers: on the one hand all I ever did from when I was a child was read, and I was a loner, which was furthered by my parents and my upbringing.

It could draw from a greater reservoir of freedom. The irony could develop an even greater ease.