Anti-clericalism and non-belief, have their bigots just as orthodoxy does.

I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.

The secret is to write just anything, to dare to write just anything, because when you write just anything, you begin to say what is important.

Thoughts fly and words go on foot. Therein lies all the drama of a writer.

Yesterday, happiness came in suddenly, as it used to, and remained for a moment in the great, dark, silent drawing room.

I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.

A dish around which I see too many people doesn't tempt me.