I live only because it is in my power to die when I choose to: without the idea of suicide, I'd have killed myself right away.

To devastate by language, to blow up the word and with it the world.

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world.

All philosophers should end their days at Pythia's feet. There is only one philosophy, that of unique moments.

Boredom dismantles the mind, renders it superficial, out at the seams, saps it from within and dislocates it.

Thinking should be like musical meditation. Has any philosopher pursued a thought to its limits the way Bach or Beethoven develop and exhaust a musical theme? Even after having read the most profound thinkers, one still feels the need to begin anew. Only music gives definitive answers.

Hungarian Language — savage it may be but of a beauty that has nothing human about it, with sonorities of another universe, powerful and corrosive, appropriate to prayer, to groans and to tears, risen out of hell to perpetuate its accent and its aura…words of nectar and cyanide.