A man is responsible for his ignorance.

Believe me, nothing is more beautiful than to carry out crazy ideas. I'd like my whole life to be one single crazy idea.

Suspending moral judgment is not the immorality of the novel; it is its morality.

Looking out over the courtyard at the dirty walls, he realized he had no idea whether it was hysteria or love.

But if God is gone and man is no longer master, then who is master?

Forgive me," he went on. "For a long time I have had the peculiar habit of not arriving but appearing.

A man who loses his privacy loses everything. And a man who gives it up of his own free will is a monster.