Good Men Make Good Rhinoceroses, Unfortunately.

I'll Never Waste My Dreams By Falling Asleep. Never Again.

Every Work Of Art (unless It Is A Psuedo-intellectualist Work, A Work Already Comprised In Some Ideology That It Merely Illustrates, As With Brecht) Is Outside Ideology, Is Not Reducible To Ideology. Ideology Circumscribes Without Penetrating It. The Absence Of Ideology In A Work Does Not Mean An Absence Of Ideas; On The Contrary It Fertilizes Them.

It's Only When I Say That Everything Is Incomprehensible That I Come As Close As Possible To Understanding The Only Thing It Is Given To Us To Understand.

Mediocrity Is More Dangerous In A Critic Than In A Writer.

Childhood Is The World Of Miracle Or Of Magic: It Is As If Creation Rose Luminously Out Of The Night, All New And Fresh And Astonishing. Childhood Is Over The Moment Things Are No Longer Astonishing. When The World Gives You A Feeling Of "déjà Vu," When You Are Used To Existence, You Become An Adult.