Everyone ends up moving alone towards the self

Nothing fades so quickly as what is unchanged.

I couldn't be sufficiently interested in human beings to be a writer if I had contempt for human beings.

Can you imagine a writer in England influencing? Absolutely not. And in France? It used to be, but no more-absolutely not. France used to, at least, have writers as diplomats, but not any more.

Art defies defeat by its very existence, representing the celebration of life, in spite of all attempts to degrade and destroy it.

Any writer of any worth at all hopes to play only a pocket-torch of light - and rarely, through genius, a sudden flambeau - into the bloody yet beautiful labyrinth of human experience, of being.

Very often we support change, and then are swept away by the change. I think that...you just make your own response to your own generation. A response adequate to your time.