I Am Irritated By My Own Writing.

A Man Is A Critic When He Cannot Be An Artist, In The Same Way That A Man Becomes An Informer When He Cannot Be A Soldier.

The Writer Must Wade Into Life As Into The Sea, But Only Up To The Navel.

We Should Not Touch Our Idols: Their Gilding Will Remain On Our Hands.

What I Would Like To Write Is A Book About Nothing, A Book Without Exterior Attachments, Which Would Be Held Together By The Innerforce Of Its Style, As The Earth Without Support Is Held In The Air--a Book That Would Have Almost No Subject Or At Least In Which The Subject Would Be Almost Invisible.

Doubt … Is An Illness That Comes From Knowledge And Leads To Madness.