Why was I born, if it wasn't forever?

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.

In the name of religion, one tortures, persecutes, builds pyres. In the guise of ideologies, one massacres, tortures and kills. In the name of justice one punishes...in the name of love of one's country or of one's race hates other countries, despises them, massacres them. In the name of equality and brotherhood there is suppression and torture. There is nothing in common between the means and the end, the means go far beyond the end...ideologies and religion... are the alibis of the means.

People who don't read are brutes. It is better to write than to make war, isn't it?

The more I try to explain myself, the less I understand myself.

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

Childhood is the world of miracle and wonder; as if creation rose, bathed in the light, out of the darkness, utterly new and fresh and astonishing. The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us.