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.

One of the chief motives of artistic creation is certainly the need of feeling that we are essential in relationship to the world.

I hate victims who respect their executioners.

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.

My thought is me: that is why I cannot stop thinking. I exist because I think I cannot keep from thinking.

That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst.

With despair, true optimism begins: the optimism of the man who expects nothing, who knows he has no rights and nothing coming to him, who rejoices in counting on himself alone and in acting alone for the good of all.