We live at a time when man believes himself fabulously capable of creation, but he does not know what to create.

The trend towards pure art betrays not arrogance, as is often thought, but modesty. Art that has rid itself of human pathos is a thing without consequence.

Life is the external text, the burning bush by the edge of the path from which God speaks.

Biography - a system in which the contradictions of a human life are unified.

The metaphor is perhaps one of man's most fruitful potentialities. Its efficacy verges on magic, and it seems a tool for creation which God forgot inside one of His creatures when He made him. All our faculties keep us within the realm of the real, of what is already there. The most we can do is to combine things or break them up. The metaphor alone furnishes an escape; between the real things, it lets emerge imaginary reefs, a crop of floating islands.

All we are given is possibilities — to make ourselves one thing or another.

Hating someone is feeling irritation by their mere existence.