Perhaps the world progresses not by maturing, but by being in a permanent state of adolescence, of thrilled discovery.

As I've explained to my wife many times, you have to kill your wife or mistress to get on the front page of the papers.

Irony ... may be defined as what people miss.

To look at ourselves from afar, to make the subjective suddenly objective: this gives us a psychic shock.

You lose the world for a glance? Of course you do. That is what the world is for: to lose under the right circunstances.

I am death-fearing. I don't think I'm morbid. That seems to me a fear of death that goes beyond the rational. Whereas it seems to me to be entirely rational to fear death!

The writer must be universal in sympathy and an outcast by nature: only then can he see clearly.