The artist is of no importance. Only what he creates is important, since there is nothing new to be said. Shakespeare, Balzac, Homer have all written about the same things, and if they had lived one thousand or two thousand years longer, the publishers wouldn't have needed anyone since.

Let the past abolish the past when -- and if -- it can substitute something better.

I listen to the voices.

Between grief and nothing, I will take grief.

So long as the deceit ran along quiet and monotonous, all of us let ourselves be deceived, abetting it unawares or maybe through cowardice.

When my horse is running good, I don't stop to give him sugar.

In writing, you must kill all your darlings.