At that time [1954], as a result of political events, I was deeply preoccupied by my relations with the Communist Party.

Once liberty has exploded in the soul of a man, the gods can do nothing against that man.

I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

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

God is the solitude of men. There was only me: I alone decided to commit Evil; alone, I invented Good. I am the one who cheated, I am the one who performed miracles, I am the one accusing myself today, I alone can absolve myself; me, the man.

The writer is committed when he plunges to the very depths of himself with the intent to disclose, not his individuality, but his person in the complex society that conditions and supports him.

I am neither virgin nor priest enough to play with the inner life.