Even in the depths of sleep, in which he had to satisfy his need for protection and love by curling himself up into a trembling ball, he could not rid himself of the feeling of loneliness and homelessness.

So, it comes to pass that, when we pursue an inquiry beyond a certain depth, we step out of the field of psychological categories and enter the sphere of the ultimate mysteries of life. The floorboards of the soul, to which we try to penetrate, fan open and reveal the starry firmament.

And one's wandering proved as sterile and pointless as the excitement produced by a close study of pornographic albums.

Lifelessness is only a disguise behind which hide unknown forms of life.

One thing must be avoided at all costs: narrow-mindedness, pedantry, dull pettiness.

Reality is as thin as paper and betrays with all its cracks its imitative character.

Ordinary facts are arranged within time, strung along its length as on a thread. There they have their antecedents and their consequences, which crowd tightly together and press hard one upon the other without any pause. This has its importance for any narrative, of which continuity and successiveness are the soul.