I've always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises. Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was, I've always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat. I was never convinced of what I believed in. I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through. Words were my only truth. When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been.

My dreams are a stupid refuge, like an umbrella against a thunderbolt.

To know nothing about yourself is to live. To know yourself badly is to think.

Never having discovered qualities in myself which could attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me.

Ah, what a morning this is, awakening me to life's stupidity. [98 - Zenith trans.]

We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky.

Between me and life is a faint glass. No matter how sharply I see and understand life, I cannot touch it.