We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.

And so gentlemen, I learned. Oh, if you have to learn, you learn; if you’re desperate for a way out, you learn; you learn pitilessly. You stand over yourself with a whip in your hand; if there’s the least resistance, you lash yourself.

It is comforting to reflect that the disproportion of things in the world seems to be only arithmetical.

One tells as few lies as possible only by telling as few lies as possible, and not by having the least possible opportunity to do so.

All knowledge, the totality of all questions and answers, is contained in the dog.

The Expulsion from Paradise is eternal in its principal aspect: this makes it irrevocable, and our living in this world inevitable, but the eternal nature of the process has the effect that not only could we remain forever in Paradise, but that we are currently there, whether we know it or not.

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.