...sometimes we ask ourselves why happiness took so long to arrive, why it didn't come sooner, but appears suddenly, as now, when we've given up hope of it ever arriving, it's likely then that we won't know what to do, and rather than it being a question of choosing between laughter and tears, we will be filled by a secret anxiety to which we might not know how to respond at all.

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

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

It is not pornography that is obscene, it is hunger that is obscene.

Everything in this world can volunteer some reply, what takes up time is posing the questions.

It is difficult to understand these people who democratically take part in elections and a referendum, but are then incapable of democratically accepting the will of the people.

blindness is a private matter between a person and the eyes with which he or she was born.