At the moment I'm so exhausted that I feel like cutting my throat, so the next news masy well be that I am across the river and under the trees: what is the meaning and purpose of life? Death.

I am of Russian-Jewish distraction.

Literary Party: A traffic jam of the lost waiting for the ferry across the Styx.

Existentialism means that no one else can take a bath for you.

Even paranoids have real enemies.

I got married the second time in the way that, when a murder is committed, crackpots turn up at the police station to confess the crime.

Literature doesn't matter! The only thing that matters is money and getting your teeth fixed!