Happiness is the longing for repetition.

The best actors do not let the wheels show.

Nothing requires a greater effort of thought than arguments to justify the rule of non-thought.

The light that radiates from the great novels time can never dim, for human existence is perpetually being forgotten by man and thus the novelists discoveries, however old they may be, will never cease to astonish.

The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.

Nothing is more repugnant to me than brotherly feelings grounded in the common baseness people see in one another.

I find myself fascinating.

Business has only two functions - marketing and innovation.

For a novelist, a given historic situation is an anthropologic laboratory in which he explores his basic question: What is human existence?

True human goodness, in all its purity and freedom, can come to the fore only when its recipient has no power.

There are no small parts. Only small actors.

Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

A worker may be the hammer's master, but the hammer still prevails. A tool knows exactly how it is meant to be handled, while the user of the tool can only have an approximate idea.

Art is the human disposition of sensible or intelligible matter for an esthetic end.

Without the meditative background that is criticism, works become isolated gestures, historical accidents, soon forgotten.

Hate traps us by binding us too tightly to our adversary.

Optimism is the opium of the people.

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, for someone, pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echos.

Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy.

The sound of laughter is like the vaulted dome of a temple of happiness.

Nudity is the uniform of the other side... nudity is a shroud.

Those who consider the Devil to be a partisan of Evil and angels to be warriors for Good accept the demagogy of the angels. Things are clearly more complicated.

Happiness is the longing for repetition.

Mysticism and exaggeration go together. A mystic must not fear ridicule if he is to push all the way to the limits of humility or the limits of delight.

All great novels, all true novels, are bisexual.

A novel that does not uncover a hitherto unknown segment of existence is immoral. Knowledge is the novel's only morality.

Let us consider the critic, therefore, as a discoverer of discoveries.

No matter how much we scorn it, kitsch is an integral part of the human condition.

Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.

People are going deaf because music is played louder and louder, but because they're going deaf, it has to be played louder still.

Listening to a news broadcast is like smoking a cigarette and crushing the butt in the ashtray.

I think I am a much better actor than I have allowed myself to be.

No great movement designed to change the world can bear to be laughed at or belittled. Mockery is a rust that corrodes all it touches.

How goodness heightens beauty!

Eroticism is like a dance: one always leads the other.

He took over anger to intimidate subordinates, and in time anger took over him.

Culture is perishing in overproduction, in an avalanche of words, in the madness of quantity.

Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent.

Every change of scene requires new expositions, descriptions, explanations.

I am incapable of speaking of myself and of my life and the states of my soul, I am discreet to an almost pathological degree, and there is nothing I can do against that.

In order to make the novel into a polyhistorical illumination of existence, you need to master the technique of ellipsis, the art of condensation. Otherwise, you fall into the trap of endless length.

Man's world is the planet of inexperience.

Mankind's true moral test, its fundamental test (which lies deeply buried from view), consists of its attitude towards those who are at its mercy: animals. And in this respect mankind has suffered a fundamental debacle, a debacle so fundamental that all others stem from it.

No act is of itself either good or bad. Only its place in the order of things makes it good or bad.

Only a literary work that reveals an unknown fragment of human existence has a reason for being.

The light that radiates from the great novels time can never dim, for human existence is perpetually being forgotten by man and thus the novelists' discoveries, however old they may be, will never cease to astonish.

The novelist teaches the reader to comprehend the world as a question. There is wisdom and tolerance in that attitude. In a world built on sacrosanct certainties the novel is dead.

The stupidity of people comes from having an answer for everything. The wisdom of the novel comes from having a question for everything.

The worth of a human being lies in the ability to extend oneself, to go outside oneself, to exist in and for other people.