You see, the contemporary writer must write through his intimations of unease, while trying to elucidate them.

Better a good journalist than a poor assassin.

It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.

Hell is for other people.

I'd come to realize that all our troubles spring from our failure to use plain, clear-cut language.

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

What's done at night belongs to the night. In the daytime you don't talk about it.