Rage cannot be hidden, it can only be dissembled. This dissembling deludes the thoughtless, and strengthens rage and adds, to rage, contempt.

All art is a kind of confession.

Words like "freedom," "justice," "democracy" are not common concepts; on the contrary, they are rare. People are not born knowing what these are. It takes enormous and, above all, individual effort to arrive at the respect for other people that these words imply.

I think that the inability to love is the central problem, because that inability masks a certain terror, and that terror is the terror of being touched. And if you can't be touched, you can't be changed. And if you can't be changed, you can't be alive.

It is astonishing the lengths to which a person, or a people, will go in order to avoid a truthful mirror.

Confusion is a luxury which only the very, very young can possibly afford and you are not that young anymore

Hatred, which could destroy so much, never failed to destroy the man who hated, and this was an immutable law.