Love is a continual interrogation. I don’t know of a better definition of love.

Once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding.

The best actors do not let the wheels show.

The worth of a human being lies in the ability to extend oneself, to go outside oneself, to exist in and for other people.

She regarded books as the emblems of secret brotherhood. A man with this sort of library couldn't possibly hurt her.

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ... Love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

The characters in my novels are my own unrealized possibilities. That is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented. It is that crossed border (the border beyond which my own "I" ends) which attracts me most. For beyond that border begins the secret the novel asks about. This novel is not the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap the world has become.