To die is to go into the Collective Unconscious, to lose oneself in order to be transformed into form, pure form.

Youth ends when egotism does; maturity begins when one lives for others.

Among the letters my readers write me, there is a certain category which is continuously growing, and which I see as a symptom of the increasing intellectualization of the relationship between readers and literature.

So you can't dance? Not at all? Not even one step? How can you say that you've taken any trouble to live when you won't even dance?

In the beginning was the myth.

It is remarkable, all that men can swallow. For a good ten minutes I read a newspaper. I allowed the spirit of an irresponsible man who chews and munches another's words in his mouth, and gives them out again undigested, to enter into me through my eyes.

Good that you ask. You should always ask, always have doubts.