The ear has to be educated if one wishes to appreciate musical sounds, just as the eyes must learn to distinguish the value of words.

Nothing so tires a person as having to struggle, not with himself, but with an abstraction.

There are such moments in life, when, in order for heaven to open, it is necessary for a door to close.

What kind of world is this that can send machines to Mars and does nothing to stop the killing of a human being?

The difficult thing isn't living with other people, it's understanding them.

If I could repeat my childhood, I would repeat it exactly as it was, with the poverty, the cold, little food, with the flies and pigs, all that.

I do not just write, I write what I am. If there is a secret, perhaps that is it.