The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us. When the world seems familiar, when one has got used to existence, one has become an adult.

In the name of religion, one tortures, persecutes, builds pyres. In the guise of ideologies, one massacres, tortures and kills. In the name of justice one punishes...in the name of love of one's country or of one's race hates other countries, despises them, massacres them. In the name of equality and brotherhood there is suppression and torture. There is nothing in common between the means and the end, the means go far beyond the end...ideologies and religion... are the alibis of the means.

A nose that can see is worth two that sniff.

There are more dead people than living. And their numbers are increasing. The living are getting rarer.

Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been.

I have no other pictures of the world apart from those which express evanescence, and callousness, vanity and anger, emptiness, orhideous useless hate. Everything has merely confirmed what I had seen and understood in my childhood: futile and sordid fits of rage, cries suddenly blanketed by the silence, shadows swallowed up for ever by the night.

It isn't what people think that is important, but the reason they think what they think.