To say 'we' and mean 'I' is one of the most recondite insults.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

Even the loveliest dream bears like a blemish its difference from reality, the awareness that what it grants is mere illusion.

An emancipated society, on the other hand, would not be a unitary state, but the realization of universality in the reconciliation of differences.

He who integrates is lost.

The poor are prevented from thinking by the discipline of others, the rich by their own.

For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.