And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?

Radio... force-feeds us music... everywhere and all the time... sewage-water music in which music is dying.

Draw a line; draw a line that pleases you. And remember that it is not the artist's role to copy the outlines of things but to create a world of his own lines on paper." (pp.28-29)

There are things that can be accomplished only by violence. Physical love is unthinkable without violence.

Every love relationship rests on an unwritten agreement unthinkingly concluded by the lovers in the first weeks of their love. They are still in a kind of dream but at the same time, without knowing it, are drawing up, like uncompromising lawyers, the detailed clauses of their contract. O lovers! Be careful in those dangerous first days! Once you've brought breakfast in bed you'll have to bring it forever, unless you want to be accused of lovelessness and betrayal.

Even in the game there lurks a lack of freedom; even in a game is a trap for the players.

On the surface, an intelligible lie; underneath, the unintelligible truth.