He was very religious; he believed that he had a secret pact with God which exempted him from doing good in exchange for prayers and piety.

I do not write for a select minority, which means nothing to me, nor for that adulated platonic entity known as ‘The Masses’. Both abstractions, so dear to the demagogue, I disbelieve in. I write for myself and for my friends, and I write to ease the passing of time.

The future is as irrevocable as an inflexible yesterday.

He constructed a vast labyrinthine of periods, made impassable by the piling-up of clauses upon clauses-clauses in which oversight and bad grammar seemed manifestations of disdain.

What a writer wants to do is not what he does.

The exercise of letters is sometimes linked to the ambition to construct an absolute book, a book of books that includes the others like a Platonic archetype, an object whose virtues are not diminished by the passage of time.

What I'm really concerned about is reaching one person. And that person may be myself for all I know.