Yesterday, happiness came in suddenly, as it used to, and remained for a moment in the great, dark, silent drawing room.

A child's fear is a world whose dark corners are quite unknown to grownup people; it has its sky and its abysses, a sky without stars, abysses into which no light can ever penetrate.

You cannot imagine at all how much you interest God; He is interested in you as if there were no one else on earth.

The greatest explorer on this earth never takes voyages as long as those of the man who descends to the depth of his heart.

Our life is a book that writes itself and whose principal themes sometimes escape us. We are like characters in a novel who do not always understand what the author wants of them.

I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.

The secret is to write just anything, to dare to write just anything, because when you write just anything, you begin to say what is important.

I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.

The man I am will always raise a protest against the man I wanted to be and the two will live together to the end, but the man I wanted to be will be the one on whom judgement will be passed.

I have always thought that by observing things with a great deal of attention you eventually wrest some of their secrets from them, making them utter what they would most like to keep to themselves.

Thought flies and words go on foot.

The boundary between good and evil are clearer for more common folks but gets blurred more and more as people get more power over their fellows.

The only seed that needs regular watering is our imagination.

...it was so rich and exotic I was seduced into taking one bite and then another as I tried to chase the flavors back to their source.

The people who worked in comics were terrific guys. I had a good association with them, and I enjoyed comics for that very reason.

At least I carpe'd that one diem.

If my life was a play, age 35 was my intermission.

Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive.

I was the first Arts Council official in the archipelago to do something for what you might call indigenous music.

The world, that grey-bearded and wrinkled profligate, decrepit, without being venerable.

I don't do something because I think it will sell 30 million albums. I couldn't care less. If it sells one, it sells one.