Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.

The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.

Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.

It was not until after the coming of Christ that time and humans could breathe freely. It was not until after him that people began to live toward the future. Humans do not die in a ditch like a dog-but at home in history, while the work toward the conquest of death is in full swing; they die sharing in this work.

I have been writing in spurts, bit by bit. It is incredibly difficult. Everything is corroded, broken, dismantled; everything is covered with hardened layers of accumulated insensitivity, deafness, entrenched routine. It is disgusting.

... the unarmed power of naked truth.

I used to be very revolutionary, but now I think that nothing can be gained by brute force. People must be drawn to good by goodness.