I think that the reader should enrich what he is reading. He should misunderstand the text; he should change it into something else.

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.

My father and he had cemented one of those English friendships which begin by avoiding intimacies and eventually eliminate speech altogether.

What man of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?

Writing is nothing more than a guided dream.

Dictatorships foster oppression, dictatorships foster servitude, dictatorships foster cruelty; more abominable is the fact that they foster idiocy.

His life, measured in space and time, will take up a mere few lines, which my ignorance will abbreviate further.