On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.

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?

If one were to build the house of happiness, the largest space would be the waiting room.

There are places and moments in which one is so completely alone that one sees the world entire.

Truth makes many appeals, not the least of which is its power to shock.

Style is to forget all styles.

I have a remarkable memory; I forget everything. It is wonderfully convenient. It is as though the world were constantly renewing itself for me.