All language is but a poor translation.
I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
The purpose of a story is to be an axe that breaks up the ice within us.
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
You, who can’t do anything, think you can bring off something like that? How can you even dare to think about it? If you were capable of it, you certainly wouldn’t be in need of it.
Life is merely terrible; I feel it as few others do. Often – and in my inmost self perhaps all the time – I doubt whether I am a human being.
There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself; anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.
All that you are seeking is also seeking you.
I never wish to be easily defined.
Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
By imposing too great a responsibility, or rather, all responsibility, on yourself, you crush yourself.
I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler.
My ‘fear’ is my substance, and probably the best part of me.
Adam’s first domestic pet after the expulsion from Paradise was the serpent.
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.