I mean, if we're concerned genuinely with writing, I think we probably get on with our work. I think this is very true of English writers, but perhaps not so true of French writers, who seem to read each other passionately, extensively, and endlessly, and who then talk about it to each other - which is splendid.

Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?

Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.

We did everything adults would do. What went wrong?

I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth.

We have a disharmony in our natures. We cannot live together without injuring each other.

Simon became inarticulate in his effort to express mankind's essential illness.