All Intimacies Are Based On Differences.

I Hold Any Writer Sufficiently Justified Who Is Himself In Love With His Theme.

My Sole Wish Is To Frustrate As Utterly As Possible The Post-mortem Exploiter.

I Am Incapable Of Telling You Not To Feel. Feel, Feel, I Say - Feel For All You're Worth, And Even If It Half Kills You, For That Is The Only Way To Live.

Make Him [the Reader] Think The Evil, Make Him Think It For Himself, And You Are Released From Weak Specifications.

People Talk About The Conscience, But It Seems To Me One Must Just Bring It Up To A Certain Point And Leave It There. You Can Let Your Conscience Alone If You're Nice To The Second Housemaid.