A Writer Must Refuse To Allow Himself

I Do Not Give A Damn About The Dead. They Died For The [communist] Party And The Party Can Decide What It Wants. I Practice A Live Man's Politics, For The Living.

There Is Only One Day Left, Always Starting Over: It Is Given To Us At Dawn And Taken Away From Us At Dusk.

One Could Only Damage Oneself Through The Harm One Did To Others. One Could Never Get Directly At Oneself.

Emotion Is First Of All And In Principle An Accident

Anything, Anything Would Be Better Than This Agony Of Mind, This Creeping Pain That Gnaws And Fumbles And Caresses One And Never Hurts Quite Enough.