The sky sinks in the morning, this fact has been insufficiently observed.

How can one better magnify the Almighty than by sniggering with him at his little jokes, particularly the poorer ones?

I tried to groan, Help! Help! But the tone that came out was that of polite conversation.

Nothing is more real than nothing.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.

My characters have nothing. I'm working with impotence, ignorance... that whole zone of being that has always been set aside by artists as something unusable - something by definition incompatible with art.

That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.