The Form [of Literature] Matters Little To

Every Existing Thing Is Born Without Reason, Prolongs Itself Out Of Weakness, And Dies By Chance.

He Is Always Becoming, And If It Were Not For The Contingency Of Death, He Would Never End.

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

The Recent Experiences Of Pocketbooks Prove This. I Have Changed My Public Since My Works Have Been Published In A Smaller Format.

What Is Boredom? It Is When There Is Simultaneously Too Much And Not Enough.