What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
It isn’t necessary that you leave home. Sit at your desk and listen. Don’t even listen, just wait. Don’t wait, be still and alone. The whole world will offer itself to you.
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well; whichever you prefer.
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
Writing is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn’t pull a corpse from its grave, I can’t be dragged from my desk at night.
The limited circle is pure.
If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
A lawyer is a person who writes a 10,000-word document and calls it a “brief.”
You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.
I made the remark that I don’t avoid people in order to live quietly, but rather in order to be able to die quietly.
Man cannot live without a continuous confidence in something indestructible within himself.
I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
In the fight between you and the world, back the world.
I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.
Isolation is a way to know ourselves.