I Found The Human Heart Empty And

In Guinea I Could Read [franz] Kafka. I Re-discover In Him My Own Discomfort.

I Have No Need For Good Souls: An Accomplice Is What I Wanted.

It Was Odd, He Thought, That A Man Could Hate Himself As Though He Were Someone Else.

At That Time [1954], As A Result Of Political Events, I Was Deeply Preoccupied By My Relations With The Communist Party.

I Felt Myself In A Solitude So Frightful That I Contemplated Suicide. What Held Me Back Was The Idea That No One, Absolutely No One, Would Be Moved By My Death, That I Would Be Even More Alone In Death Than In Life.