To tear ourselves away from the everyday, from habit, from mental laziness which hides from us the strangeness of reality, we must receive something like a real bludgeon blow.

Language should almost break up or explode in its fruitless effort to contain so many meanings.

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.

DAISY: I never knew you were such a realist-I thought you were more poetic. Where's your imagination? There are many sides to reality. Choose the one that's best for you. Escape into the world of imagination.

Realism falls short of reality. It shrinks it, attenuates it, falsifies it; it does not take into account our basic truths and our fundamental obsessions: love, death, astonishment. It presents man in a reduced and estranged perspective. Truth is in our dreams, in the imagination.

Every message of despair is the statement of a situation from which everybody must freely try to find a way out.

A writer never has a vacation. For a writer, life consists of either writing or thinking about writing.