The greatness of art is not to find what is common but what is unique.
No doubt the world is entirely an imaginary world, but it is only once removed from the true world.
What do they know-all these scholars, all these philosophers, all the leaders of the world – about such as you? They have convinced themselves that man, the worst transgressor of all the species, is the crown of creation. All other creatures were created merely to provide him with food, pelts, to be tormented, exterminated. In relation to them, all people are Nazis; for the animals it is an eternal Treblinka.
But what about the creatures whose flesh he’s carrying there? A few days ago they were alive. They too have souls. They too are God’s children. They were quite possibly made of better material than human beings. Since they were sinless, they were certainly more innocent. But day after day they are ritually sacrificed-angels in the shape of oxen, calves, sheep. I once wanted to become a vegetarian. I wanted everything-and I never got further than wanting.
Children don t read to find their identity to free themselves from guilt to quench the thirst for rebellion or to get rid of alienation. They have no use for psychology... They still believe in God the family angels devils witches goblins logic clarity punctuation and other such obsolete stuff... When a book is boring they yawn openly. They don t expect their writer to redeem humanity but leave to adults such childish illusions.
Those who understand the complexities of human nature know that joy and pain, ugliness and beauty, love and hate, mercy and cruelty and other conflicting emotions often blend and cannot be separated from each other.
A soldier who serves an emperor has to have a uniform, and this also applies to a soldier who serves the Almighty.
His eyes reflected a softness I had already forgotten in America.
That glimmer of light, surrounded by so many shadows, seemed to say without words: Evil has not yet taken complete dominion. A spark of hope is still left.
There is no such thing as love. Give me a cigarette. In the camp, people climbed on one another like worms.
Wann immer ich vom Leben den Status quo erwarte, taucht etwas ganz unerwartetes auf. Die Weltgeschichte ist aus dem gleichen Teig gemacht wie Semmeln. Hauptsache, sie sind frisch.
Where do the wheels of history lead? How can you be so sure that the wheels of history won’t get bogged down in blood and marrow again?
Darwin and Karl Marx didn’t reveal the secret of the world. Of all the theories about creation, the one expounded in Genesis is the most intelligent. All this talk about primordial mists or the Big Bang is a wild absurdity. If someone found a watch on an island and said it had been made by itself or that it developed through evolution, he would be considered a lunatic. But according to modern science, the universe evolved all on its own. Is the universe less complicated than a watch?
In their behavior toward creatures, all men were Nazis. The smugness with which man could do with other species as he pleased exemplified the most extreme racist theories, the principle that might is right.
The dead don’t go anywhere. They’re all here. Each man is a cemetery. An actual cemetery, in which lie all our grandmothers and grandfathers, the father and mother, the wife, the child. Everyone is here all the time.
Si el destino de un hombre depende de la desgracia de otro, entonces no existe buena fortuna para nadie.
How is it possible, after all, that someone should simply vanish? How can someone who lived, loved, and wrangled with God and with himself just disappear? I don’t know how and in what sense but they’re here. Since time is an illusion, why shouldn’t everything remain?
I didn’t expect that anyone would be interested in my kind of writing. I was interested, and this was for me enough.
There is some mysterious strength in fools. They are deeply rooted in the primeval chaos.
If men had their way, every woman would lie down a prostitute and get up a virgin.
If one Hitler is dead, there are a million ready to take his place.