The limit of every pain is an even greater pain.

If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him.

I have no nationality - the best possible status for an intellectual.

On Creating — What we crave, what we want to see in others eyes, is that servile expression, an unconcealed infatuation with our gestures.

Time is heavy sometimes; imagine how heavy eternity must be.