Merely by being born intelligent, you right away find yourself in absolute exile.
Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy.
In the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body.
I feel a frantic desire to free myself. To start all over again and in another way.
God has been kind to dogs in no putting a sense of beauty into their heads.
The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history.
The border between good and evil is terribly fuzzy.
Attaching love to sex is one of the most bizarre ideas the Creator ever had.
Beauty is a rebellion against time.
Indeed, the only truly serious questions are ones that even a child can formulate. Only the most naive of questions are truly serious.
Believe me, nothing is more beautiful than to carry out crazy ideas. I’d like my whole life to be one single crazy idea.
The moment Kafka attracts more attenetion than Joseph K., Kafka’s posthumous death begins.
The great European novel started out as entertainment, and every true novelist is nostalgic for it. In fact, the themes of those great entertainments are terribly serious-think of Cervantes!
Beauty has long since disappeared. It has slipped beneath the surface of the noise, the noise of words, sunk deep as Atlantis. The only thing left of it is the word, whose meaning loses clarity from year to year.
A man able to think isn’t defeated – even when he is defeated.
Modern stupidity means not ignorance but the nonthought of received ideas.
But if God is gone and man is no longer master, then who is master?
I find myself fascinating.
Young is the one that plunges in the future and never looks back.
When we ignore the body, we are more easily victimized by it.