Genius Is What A Man Invents When

I Do Not Give A Damn About The Dead. They Died For The [communist] Party And The Party Can Decide What It Wants. I Practice A Live Man's Politics, For The Living.

That’s What Existence Means: Draining One’s Own Self Dry Without The Sense Of Thirst.

A Writer Must Refuse To Allow Himself To Be Transformed Into An Institution, Even If It Takes Place In The Most Honorable Form.

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

Man Is Abandoned On Earth In The Midst Of His Infinite Responsibilities, Without Help, With No Aim But What He Sets Himself.