If I relegate impossible Salvation to the prop room, what remains? A whole man, composed of all men and as good as all of them and no better than any.

Imagination is not an empirical or superadded power of consciousness, it is the whole of consciousness as it realizes its freedom.

What the painter adds to the canvas are the days of his life. The adventure of living, hurtling toward death.

The viable jewels of life remain untouched when man forgets his vocation of searching for the truth of his existence.

I think there is an enormous diference between speaking and writing. One rereads what one writes. But one might read it slowly or quickly. In other words, you do not know how long you will have to spend deliberating over a sentence. ... But if I listen to a tape recorder, the listening time is determined by the speed at which the tape turns and not by my own needs.

The public, too, has to make an effort in order to understand the writer who, though he renounce complacent obscurity, cannot always express his new-hidden thoughts lucidly and according to accepted models.

I have such a desire to sleep and am so much behind my sleep. A good night, one good night and all this nonsense will be swept away.