Doesn't one always think of the past, in a garden with men and women lying under the trees? Aren't they one's past, all that remains of it, those men and women, those ghosts lying under the trees ... one's happiness, one's reality?

Masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice.

Without self awareness we are as babies in the cradles.

war is a man's game ... the killing machine has a gender and it is male.

To read a novel is a difficult and complex art. You must be capable not only of great fineness of perception, but of great boldness of imagination.

She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.

Biography is to give a man some kind of shape after his death.