As for me, this is my story: I worked and was tortured. You know what it means to compose? No, thank God, you do not! I believe you have never written to order, by the yard, and have never experienced that hellish torture.

Taking a new step. . .is what people fear most.

But people will laugh at all sorts of things.

Life [had] replaced logic.

I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky — that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach.

I am alone, I thought, and they are everybody.

Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him.