Life begins on the other side of despair.

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

[Contemporary writer] could be a kind of [Samuel] Beckett who would not be felt to be totally committed to despair.

This is the basis for the joy of love when there is joy; we feel that our existence is justified.

Lord, you have cursed Cain and Cain’s children: thy will be done. You have allowed men’s hearts to be corrupted, that their intentions be rotten, that their actions putrefy and stink: thy will be done.

When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.

A man is involved in life, leaves his impress on it, and outside of that there is nothing.