A famous writer who wants to continue writing has to be constantly defending himself against fame.

He said that love was an emotion contra natura that condemned two strangers to a base and unhealthy dependence, and the more intense it was, the more ephemeral.

Cease, cows, life is short.

When one reaches absolute power, one loses total contact with reality.

She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst… Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.

You can't eat hope,' the woman said. You can't eat it, but it sustains you,' the colonel replied.

She would not shed a tear, she would not waste the rest of her years simmering in the maggot broth of memory.