I write fast, because I have not the brains to write slow.

And Boucard desisted, probably because like everyone else he was deeply impressed by this man who had laid all ghosts, who had lost all shadows, and who stared you in the eyes with cold serenity.

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

We live in a time when writers do not always have barriers around them

I am at home everywhere, and nowhere. I am never a stranger and I never quite belong.

If each one of us could make just one other happy, the whole world would know happiness.

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