After writing a story I was always empty and both sad and happy, as though I had made love.

Always stop for the day while you still know what will happen next.

The thing is to become a master and in your old age to acquire the courage to do what children did when they knew nothing.

It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them.

There are events which are so great that if a writer has participated in them his obligation is to write truly rather than assume the presumption of altering them with invention.

I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what is was all about.

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.