There are three thing in the world I love most: the sea, Hamlet, and Don Giovanni.

I’m dazzled by your facility. In ten days you’ll have written six stories! I don’t understand it… I’m like one of those old aqueducts: there’s so much rubbish cogging up the banks of my thought that it flows slowly, and only spills from the end of my pen drop by drop.

Me and my books in the same apartment, like a gherkin in its vinegar.

As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.

How we keep these dead souls in our hearts. Each one of us carries within himself his necropolis.

Style is as much under the words as in the words. It is as much the soul as it is the flesh of a work.

Art requires neither complaisance nor politeness; nothing but faith, faith and freedom.