My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music.

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

Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is.

The spiral is a spiritualized circle. In the spiral form, the circle, uncoiled, has ceased to be vicious; it has been set free.

To know that no one before you has seen an organ you are examining, to trace relationships that have occurred to no one before, to immerse yourself in the wondrous crystalline world of the microscope, where silence reigns, circumscribed by its own horizon, a blindingly white arena - all this is so enticing that I cannot describe it.

I would like to spare the time and effort of hack reviewers and, generally, persons who move their lips when reading.

I see nothing for the treatment of my misery but the melancholy and very local palliative of articulate art.