One always dies too soon or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.

I confused things with their names: that is belief.

I'd come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.

To love is never just to love since it is also to will to love, and ... to love in spite of oneself, to allow oneself to be overcome by one's love.

A writer who takes political, social or literary positions must act only with the means that are his. These means are the written words.

Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being - like a worm.

Fear? If I have gained anything by damning myself, it is that I no longer have anything to fear.