“Every true writer is like a bird; he repeats the same song, the same theme, all his life. For me, this theme as always been revolt.”

“This thought strengthened in me my belief that all men, without exception, deserve to be pitied, if only because they are alive.”

“And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating.”

“You can't think on purpose about somebody or something. Either you think about them naturally or you don't think at all.”

“De la misma forma que una barra de hierro sometida a una llamapersistente se ablanda y dobla, sentía entonces que el metal de mi ánimo era gradualmenteablandado y doblado por las angustias que lo oprimían.”

“Vedi, non c'è coraggio e non c'è paura... ci sono soltanto coscienza ed incoscienza... la coscienza è paura, l'incoscienza è coraggio.”

“...my boredom might be described as a malady affecting external objects and consisting of a withering process; an almost instantaneous loss of vitality--just as though one saw a flower change in a few seconds from a bud to decay and dust.”