A writer must refuse to allow himself to be transformed into an institution.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

I have no need for good souls: an accomplice is what I wanted.

That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.

Don't you feel the same way? When I cannot see myself, even though I touch myself, I wonder if I really exist.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.

Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat.