It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.

We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign... and no memories.

I have a voice, too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced

Fiction is history, human history, or it is nothing.

Madness alone is truly terrifying, inasmuch as you cannot placate it by threats, persuasion, or bribes.

Hang ideas! They are tramps, vagabonds, knocking at the back-door of your mind, each taking a little of your substance, each carrying away some crumb of that belief in a few simple notions you must cling to if you want to live decently and would like to die easy!

All roads are long which lead to one's heart's desire.