There are people in the world for whom "coming along" is a perpetual process, people who are destined never to arrive.

Any real change implies the breakup of the world as one has always known it, the loss of all that gave one an identity, the end of safety. And at such a moment, unable to see and not daring to imagine what the future will now bring forth, one clings to what one knew, or dreamed that one possessed. Yet, it is only when a man is able, without bitterness or self-pity, to surrender a dream he has long cherished or a privilege he has long possessed that he is set free - he has set himself free - for higher dreams, for greater privileges.

You have to decide who you are and force the world to deal with you, not with its idea of you.

Artists are here to disturb the peace.

The impossible is the least that one can demand.

The writer's only real task: to recreate out of the disorder of life that order which is art

The interior life is a real life, and the intangible dreams of people have a tangible effect on the world.