I know that I’m the happiest of lovers...

There are all sorts of ways of murdering a person or at least his soul, and that’s something no police in the world can spot.

Dignity: the doomed man’s final refuge.

Stillertook part in the Spanish Civil WarIt is not clear what impelled him to this military gesture. Probably many factors were combined – a rather romantic Communism, such as was common among bourgeois intellectuals at that time.

The difference between an author and a horse is that the horse doesn’t understand the horse dealer’s language.

Either marriage is a destiny, I believe, or there is no sense in it at all, it’s a piece of humbug.

I had said what I never meant to say, but what has been said cannot be unsaid, I enjoyed our silence, I was completely sober again, but all the same I had no idea what I was thinking, probably nothing.

If anyone has a conscience it’s generally a guilty one.

How many of the people I meet are interested in whether I’m enjoying myself, in my feelings at all?

You can’t make the incomprehensible comprehensible without losing it completely.