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

A scrupulous man will never produce a great novel.

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.

The greatest explorer on this earth never takes voyages as long as those of the man who descends to the depth of his heart.

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

A child's fear is a world whose dark corners are quite unknown to grownup people; it has its sky and its abysses, a sky without stars, abysses into which no light can ever penetrate.

Perhaps the greatest consolation of the oppressed is to consider themselves superior to their tyrants.