The more the heart is nourished with happiness, the more it is insatiable.

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.

poverty is like a pain, dormant and unbearable as long as you don't move about too much. You grow used to it, you end up by paying no attention to it. But once you presume to bring it out in the daylight, it becomes terrifying, you see it at last in all its squalor and you shrink from exposing it to the sun.

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

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.

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.

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