When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely.

But you always fall for somebody else and then it's all right. Fall for them but don't let them ruin you.

Because Fascism is a lie, it is condemned to literary sterility. And when it is past, it will have no history, except the bloody history of murder.

If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not, I do not care.

Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.

The story was writing itself and I was having a hard time keeping up with it.

it is all very well for you to write simply and the simpler the better. But do not start to think so damned simply. Know how complicated it is and then state it simply.