I considered calmly that I was born to write.

Fascism is not defined by the number of its victims, but by the way it kills them.

That is exactly the writer's problem. What does literature stand for in a hungry world?

He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.

Man is not the sum of what he has already, but rather the sum of what he does not yet have, of what he could have.

When we love animals and children too much, we love them at the expense of men.

I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you'd think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently. There is bubbling water in my mouth. I swallow. It slides down my throat, it caresses me — and now it comes up again into my mouth. For ever I shall have a little pool of whitish water in my mouth - lying low - grazing my tongue. And this pool is still me. And the tongue. And the throat is me.