There is no religion in which everyday life is not considered a prison; there is no philosophy or ideology that does not think that we live in alienation.

We are all looking for something of extraordinary importance whose nature we have forgotten; I am writing the memoirs of a man who has lost his memory.

Explanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible.

A really conscientious doctor ought to die with his patient. The captain goes down with his ship.

We are made to be immortal, and yet we die. It's horrible, it can't be taken seriously

Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.

I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it.