I do not like to "interest" the public with myself.

I have the handicap of being born with a special language to which I alone have the key.

It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.

You'll always have to deal with bastards, being lied to, deceived, slandered and ridiculed, but that's to be expected and you must thank heaven when you meet the exception.

I hate that which we have decided to call realism, even though I have been made one of its high priests.

Writing history is like drinking an ocean and pissing a cupful.