From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

My doubts stand in a circle around every word, I see them before I see the word, but what then! I do not see the word at all, I invent it.

Hold fast to the diary from today on! Write regularly! Don't surrender! Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it every moment.

I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.

The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speakes he lies.

The true word leads; the untrue misleads.

A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.