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.
I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.
A dish around which I see too many people doesn't tempt me.
A scrupulous man will never produce a great novel.
Thoughts fly and words go on foot. Therein lies all the drama of a writer.
I have always thought that by observing things with a great deal of attention you eventually wrest some of their secrets from them, making them utter what they would most like to keep to themselves.