To me the world seems grotesque, absurd, ridiculous, painful.

Boredom flourishes too, when you feel safe. It's a symptom of security.

When silence confronts us, the question to which there is no answer rings out in the silence. That ultimate "why," that great "why" is like a light that blots out everything, but a blinding light; nothing more can be made out.

People always try to find base motives behind every good action. We are afraid of pure goodness and of pure evil.

For me, it is as though at every moment the actual world had completely lost its actuality. As though there was nothing there; asthough there were no foundations for anything or as though it escaped us. Only one thing, however, is vividly present: the constant tearing of the veil of appearances; the constant destruction of everything in construction. Nothing holds together, everything falls apart.

Many people have delusions of grandeur but you're deluded by triviality.

That's how we stay young these days: murder and suicide.