The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.

The world outside existed in a kind of darkness; and we inquired about nothing.

I came to London. It had become the center of my world and I had worked hard to come to it. And I was lost.

I went to India and met some people who had been involved in this guerrilla business, middle-class people who were rather vain and foolish. There was no revolutionary grandeur to it. Nothing.

The world is always in movement.

Home is, I suppose just a child's idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe.