The life of a writer is tragic: the more we advance, the farther there is to go and the more there is to say, the less time there is to say it.

Curiosity ran unchecked through him, like the wind outside through the deserted streets, along the canal, around the little wooden houses, everywhere, as far as the mountain.

Of all things that can happen to us, triumph is the most difficult to endure when we are alone. Deprived of witnesses, it shrinks at once.

it's a funny life. Either you don't make a red cent and you have all the time in the world, or else you get double the money and you don't have a moment to spend a penny of it.

The main engagement of the writer is towards truthfulness; therefore he must keep his mind and his judgment free.

Ideas often last but a day; feelings, dreams almost forever.

I felt the vulnerability, the fragility of the children of the world, and how it was, nonetheless, on their frail shoulders that we loaded the weight of our weary hopes and eternal new beginnings.