Disease-carrying thoughts swarm and multiply in the dark and twisted labyrinths of our minds, and all that is needed is a mob and a good political slogan for the epidemic to be spread once again, with a burst of automatic weapons or a mushroom cloud.

Reality is not an inspiration for literature. At its best, literature is an inspiration for reality.

I see History as a relay race in which one of us, before dropping in his tracks, must carry one stage further the challenge of being a man.

I've had a lot of fun. Good-bye, and thank you.

If there is something that opens horizons, it is precisely ignorance.

Men sometimes die much earlier than they are burried.

The avantgarde are people who don't exactly know where they want to go, but are the first to get there.