Novels as dull as dishwater, with the grease of random sentiments floating on top.
The city of cats and the city of men exist one inside the other, but they are not the same city.
For the man who thought he was Man there is no salvation.
Nobody looks at the moon in the afternoon, and this is the moment when it would most require our attention, since its existence is still in doubt.
Sometimes one who thinks himself incomplete is merely young.
It's better not to know authors personally, because the real person never corresponds to the image you form of him from reading his books.