But my gloom did not lessen. I knew that I'd had a bad dream, and I stood in the dark trying to recollect it. The second I closed my eyes, I was with the dead. They did things words cannot express. They spoke madness. ("Hanka")

Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression.

There will be no justice as long as man will stand with a knife or with a gun and destroy those who are weaker than he is.

It seems that the analysis of character is the highest human entertainment. And literature does it, unlike gossip, without mentioning names.

The New England conscience doesn't keep you from doing what you shouldn't - it just keeps you from enjoying it.

There is a permanent amnesia planted in us, which just as we keep forgetting our dreams, we sometimes keep on forgetting our reality.

Man is a disgusting thing. If you beat him he starts to scream, but if it is the other one who is beaten, then he constructs a theory.