Language Is Memory And Metaphor.

What I Do Not Know And Cannot Even Hope To Understand Before I Die Is Why Human Beings Are Willfully, Coldly, Matter-of-factly Cruel To Each Other ... What Nerve Has Atrophied In The Torturer, Or Worse Is Sensually Moved?

The Writer - More Especially The Novelist - Who Has Not, At One Moment Or Another, Considered His Publisher Unworthy Of Him, Has Still To Be Conceived.

The Strangest Thing About Life Is Not Its Frightful Cruelty, But That It Can Be Gentle.

Any Marriage Worth The Name Is No Better Than A Series Of Beginnings - Many Of Them Abortive.

Nationalism Will Keep Its Venom Until We Succeed In Creating An Image Of The Nations Of The Whole World As So Many Provinces.