The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.
If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.
Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.
Governments are suspicious of literature because it is a force that eludes them.
I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.