Why do people always expect authors to answer questions? I am an author because I want to ask questions. If I had answers, I'd be a politician.

The universe seems to me infinitely strange and foreign. At such a moment I gaze upon it with a mixture of anguish and euphoria; separate from the universe, as though placed at a certain distance outside it; I look and I see pictures, creatures that move in a kind of timeless time and spaceless space, emitting sounds that are a kind of language I no longer understand or ever register.

Every message of despair is the statement of a situation from which everybody must freely try to find a way out.

It's only when I say that everything is incomprehensible that I come as close as possible to understanding the only thing it is given to us to understand.

All cats die. Socrates is dead. Therefore Socrates is a cat.

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

A person who has not completely lost the memory of paradise, even though it is a faint one, will suffer endlessly. He will feel the call of the essential world, will hear the voice that comes from so far away that one cannot find out where it comes from, a voice that cannot guide him.