Even extreme grief may ultimately vent itself in violence--but more generally takes the form of apathy

An artist is a man of action, whether he creates a personality, invents an expedient, or finds the issue of a complicated situation.

The sky over Patusan was blood-red, immense, streaming like an open vein. An enormous sun nestled crimson amongst the treetops, and the forest below had a black and forbidding face.

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.

He who wants to persuade should put his trust not in the right argument, but in the right word. The power of sound has always been greater than the power of sense.

He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is also detestable.

A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing.