Better a good journalist than a poor assassin.
You see, the contemporary writer must write through his intimations of unease, while trying to elucidate them.
Some men are born committed to action: they do not have a choice, they have been thrown on a path, at the end of that path, an act awaits them, their act.
The coward makes himself cowardly, the hero makes himself heroic.
The universe remains dark. We are animals struck by catastrophe.
I needed to justify my existence, and I had made an absolute of literature. It took me thirty years to get rid of this state of mind.