I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.

Today at school I wrote an essay about Flag Day which was so beautiful, but ever so beautiful - for I even used words without really knowing what they meant.

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.

You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.

I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort

I write and that way rid myself of me and then at last I can rest.