Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
Writing is a sweet, wonderful reward.
The cruelty of death lies in the fact that it brings the real sorrow of the end, but not the end. The greatest cruelty of death: an apparent end causes a real sorrow. Our salvation is death, but not this one.
Writing [is] a form of prayer.
I do not see the world at all; I invent it.
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.