Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream, exhale, release life's rapture.

My answer to your question'Does the writer have a social responsibility?' is NO.You owe me ten cents, sir.

Words without experience are meaningless.

He was powerless because he had no precise desire, and this tortured him because he was vainly seeking something to desire. He could not even make himself stretch out his hand to switch on the light. The simple transition from intention to action seemed an unimaginable miracle.

There is nothing more atrociously cruel than an adored child.

I am not, and never was, and never could have been, a brutal scoundrel.

I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst.