We only become what we are by the radical and deep-seated refusal of that which others have made of us.

Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.

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.

The world would get along very well without literature. It would get along even better without man.

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

Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.

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