When one has once accepted and absorbed Evil, it no longer demands to be believed.

In man's struggle against the world, bet on the world.

At that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?

The Diabolical sometimes assumes the aspect of the Good, or even embodies itself completely in its form. If this remains concealedfrom me, I am of course defeated, for this Good is more tempting than the genuine Good.

I no longer know If I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea.

I stand on the end platform of the tram and am completely unsure of my footing in this world, in this town, in my family. Not even casually could I indicate any claims that I might rightly advance in any direction. I have not even any defense to offer for standing on this platform, holding on to this strap, letting myself be carried along by this tram, nor for the people who give way to the tram or walk quietly along or stand gazing into shop windows. Nobody asks me to put up a defense, indeed, but that is irrelevant.

Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.