Old ideas from an old man about an old vision of Europe.
People. . . have tried to evoke God or devil to justify them in what their glands insisted upon.
. . . how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
Your illusions are a part of you like your bones and flesh and memory.
The quality an artist must have is objectivity in judging his work, plus the honesty and courage not to kid himself about it.
Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
Everyone in the South has no time for reading because they are all too busy writing.
Anti-Semitism hits me on the head: I am enraged, I am bled white by an appalling battle, I am deprived of the possibility of being man. I cannot disassociate myself from the future that is proposed for my brother.
My greatest fear is being somewhere without a book.
I breathed him in, closing my mouth tight and inhaling the scent of him through my nose. I felt sheltered by him. Safe.
I think actually that the speech work I do is fine. It's important, because I try to help people think about what's going on and organize their lives accordingly.