In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.

Men will clutch at illusions when they have nothing else to hold to.

I think that I am here, on this earth, to present a report on it, but to whom I don't know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place has meaning because it changes into memory.

I liked beaches, swimming pools, and clinics for there they were the bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. I pitied them and myself, but this will not protect me. The word and the thought are over.

On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.

All of us yearn for the highest wisdom, but we have to rely on ourselves in the end.

I was left behind with the immensity of existing things. A sponge, suffering because it cannot saturate itself; a river, suffering because reflections of clouds and trees are not clouds and trees.