emotion is first of all and in principle an accident

Never have I thought that I was the happy possessor of a "talent;" my sole concern has been to save myself by work and faith.

Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey

An individual chooses and makes himself.

When I can't see myself in the mirror, I can't even feel myself, and I begin to wonder if I exist at all.

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

The sun is not ridiculous, quite the contrary. On everything I like, on the rust of the construction girders, on the rotten boards of the fence, a miserly, uncertain light falls, like the look you give, after a sleepless night, on decisions made with enthusiasm the day before, on pages you have written in one spurt without crossing out a word.