The Messiah will come only when he is no longer necessary, he will come only one day after his arrival, he will not come on the last day, but on the last day of all.

The door could not be heard slamming; they had probably left it open, as is the custom in homes where a great misfortune has occurred.

Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.

Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.

It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgement by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.

He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.

A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us.