Speaking the truth, once you have started it, is too exhilarating to draw back.

Language is one of the thin walls humanity has built up over centuries against its own bestial and destructive impulses.

The impossible talked of is less impossible from the moment words are laid to it.

Hope is a talent like any other.

There is only one world the world pressing against you this minute.

Not literature alone, but society itself is wormed and rotten when language ceases to be respected not merely by advertisers and politicians, but by persons of learning and authority.

The least stupid question a man asks in his lifetime is not: Is there a God and is He a god or a devil? But: Brother, why are you killing me?