Dreaming is to think by moonlight by the light of an inner moon.

There are moments when everything goes well, but don't be frightened.

It astounds us to come upon other egoists, as though we alone had the right to be selfish, and to be filled with eagerness to live.

Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.

I have no religion,’ says Borneau, ‘but I respect the religion of others. Religion is sacred.’ Why this privilege, this immunity?... A believer creates God in his own image; if he is ugly, his God will be morally ugly. Why should moral ugliness be respectable?

Words should be only the clothes, carefully custom-made to fit the thought.

Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted.