Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one’s ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.

Writer speaks a stench.

Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms.

You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away.

What am I doing here in this endless winter?

My doubts stand in a circle around every word, I see them before I see the word, but what then! I do not see the word at all, I invent it.

Heaven is dumb, echoing only the dumb.