Some deny the existence of misery by pointing to the sun; he denies the existence of the sun by pointing to misery.

Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.

The history of mankind is the instant between two strides taken by a traveler.

A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.

The whole visible world is perhaps nothing more than the rationalization of a man who wants to find peace for a moment.

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

There's an infinite amount of hope but not for us.