Trotsky rises to give me his hand, then sits at his desk, gently allowing his regard to light on my person.

I saw Mussolini tirelessly contemplate a parade of thousands of young men.

I have always tried to write in a simple way, using down-to-earth and not abstract words.

Madame....gloatingly savored her words as earlier she had savored her pig's trotter.

The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world.

It was night and I could see a large and calm lake, reflecting the moon. Black mountains rose around it. I arrived from between two of these mountains, I looked at the lake and the moon, and that was it, nothing else happened.

For 30 years I have tried to make it understood that there are no criminals.