I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.

There’s enough metaphysics in not thinking about anything.

We all have two lives: The true, the one we dreamed of in childhood And go on dreaming of as adults in a substratum of mist; the false, the one we love when we live with others, the practical, the useful, the one we end up by being put in a coffin.

Literature exists because the world isn't enough.

Every day things happen in the world that cannot be explained by any law of things we know. Every day they're mentioned and forgotten, and the same mystery that brought them takes them away, transforming their secret into oblivion. Such is the law by which things that can't be explained must be forgotten. The visible world goes on as usual in the broad daylight. Otherness watches us from the shadows.

Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.

I don't mourn the loss of my childhood; I mourn because everything, including (my) childhood, is lost.