I cannot become modest; too many things burn in me; the old solutions are falling apart; nothing has been done yet with the new ones. So I begin, everywhere at once, as if I had a century ahead of me.

I cannot become modest; too many things burn in me; the old solutions are falling apart; nothing has been done yet with the new ones. So I begin, everywhere at once, as if I had a century ahead of me.

There can be no Creator, simply because his grief at the fate of his creation would be inconceivable and unendurable.

Words are not too old, only people are too old if they use the same words too frequently.

His head is made of stars, but not yet arranged into constellations.

Almost Kien was tempted to believe in happiness, that contemptible life-goal of illiterates. If it came of itself, without being hunted for, if you did not hold it fast by force and treated it with a certain condescension, it was permissible to endure its presence for a few days

One should not confuse the craving for life with endorsement of it.