There is only one thing which interests me vitally now, and that is the recording of all that which is omitted in books. Tropic of Cancer (1934)
We do not talk—we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory readings of newspapers, magazines and digests. The Air-Conditioned Nightmare (1945)
Until it is kindled by a spirit as flamingly alive as the one which gave it birth a book is dead to us. Words divested of their magic are but dead hieroglyphs.