I believe in no final solutions.

The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single start relieved the darkness behind the glass.

You believe by doubting and you doubt by believing; yet this state too is not the final one.

No one reads; if someone does read, he doesn't understand; if he understands, he immediately forgets.

A writer should not run around with a mirror for his countrymen; he should tell his society and his times things no one ever thought before.

And yet we knew, for a certainty, that when first emissaries of Earth went walking among the planets, Earth's other sons would be dreaming not about such expeditions but about a piece of bread.

I never loved totalitarianism and all the ideas of making mankind happy always seemed crazy to me.