The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth.

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.

One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes a revolution in order to establish a dictatorship.

His answer to every problem, every setback was “I will work harder!” —which he had adopted as his personal motto.

The atmosphere of orthodoxy is always damaging to prose, and above all it is completely ruinous to the novel, the most anarchical of all forms of literature.

Money, money, all is money! Could you write even a penny novelette without money to put heart in you?

War is war. The only good human being is a dead one.