No sense of the irony of human experience, that we are the highest form of life on earth, and yet ineffably sad because we know what no other animal knows, that we must die.

You need to know things the others don't know. It's what no one knows about you that allows you to know yourself.

Some people are larger than life. Hitler is larger than death.

A shrewd person would one day start a religion based on coincidence, if he hasn't already, and make a million.

Hardship makes the world obscure.

Everyone who does not live in Berlin lives in Brooklyn now.

I am not comfortable with abstract writing, stories that look like essays: you have to see, I need to see.