Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn't wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?

You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

If this is what you came for, then I didn't send for you. Kafka (note to himself in journal)

Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.

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

I am on the hunt for constructions. I come into a room and find them whitely merging in a corner.