What A Writer Wants To Do Is

I Have Committed The Worst Of Sins One Can Commit... I Have Not Been Happy.

Reading Is An Activity Subsequent To Writing: More Resigned, More Civil, More Intellectual.

The Task Of Art Is To Transform What Is Continuously Happening To Us, To Transform All Of These Things Into Symbols, Into Music, Into Something Which Can Last In Man’s Memory. That Is Our Duty. If We Don’t Fulfill It, We Feel Unhappy.

The Mind Was Dreaming. The World Was Its Dream.

Life And Death Have Been Lacking In My Life.