War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

Defeat is a thing of weariness, of incoherence, of boredom, and above all futility.

Even though human life may be the most precious thing on earth, we always behave as if there were something of higher value than human life.

You're not a man, you're a mushroom!

We are prudent people. We are afraid to let go of our petty reality in order to grasp at a great shadow.

One cannot build life from refrigerators, politics, credit statements and crossword puzzles. That is impossible. Nor can one exist for any length of time without poetry, without color, without love.

Life always bursts the boundaries of formulas.