If there is anything good about exile, it is that it teaches one humility. It accelerates one’s drift into isolation, an absolute perspective. Into the condition at which all one is left with is oneself and one’s language, with nobody or nothing in between. Exile brings you overnight where it would normally take a lifetime to go.

Geography blended with time equals destiny.

The eye identifies itself not with the body it belongs to but with the object of its attention.

Snobbery? But it's only a form of despair.

No matter under what circumstances you leave it, home does not cease to be home. No matter how you lived there - well or poorly.

I'm neither Catholic not Protestant. Protestant sounds good but I don't think I am.

Tragedy, as you know, is always a fait accompli, whereas terror always has to do with anticipation, with man's recognition of hisown negative potential--with his sense of what he is capable of.