But isn't it true that an author can write only about himself?

No act is of itself either good or bad. Only its place in the order of things makes it good or bad.

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

Young is the one that plunges in the future and never looks back.

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

Only after a while did it occur to me (in spite of the chilly silence which surrounded me) that my story was not of the tragic sort, but rather of the comic variety. At any rate that afforded me some comfort.

Between the approximation of the idea and the precision of reality there was a small gap of the unimaginable, and it was this hiatus that gave him no rest.