Prerequisite for rereadability in books: that they be forgettable.

The books one has written in the past have two surprises in store: one couldn't write them again, and wouldn't want to.

We find it easy to believe that praise is sincere: why should anyone lie in telling us the truth?

I think I am one of those who can manage not to take on a completely different appearance under their own glance.

The ideal, without doubt, varies, but its enemies, alas, are always the same.

Certain brief sentences are peerless in their ability to give one the feeling that nothing remains to be said.

Kill one man, and you are murderer.