We Are Not Certain, We Are Never

Morality, When Formal, Devours.

One Recognizes One's Course By Discovering The Paths That Stray From It.

But What Are A Hundred Million Deaths? When One Has Served In A War, One Hardly Knows What A Dead Man Is, After A While. And Since A Dead Man Has No Substance Unless One Has Actually Seen Him Dead, A Hundred Million Corpses Broadcast Through History Are No More Than A Puff Of Smoke In The Imagination.

A Writer Cannot Put Himself Today In Service Of Those Who Make History; He Is At The Service Of Those Who Suffer It.

Believe Me, The Hardest Thing For A Man To Give Up Is That Which He Really Doesn't Want, After All.