Writing means revealing oneself to excess.

It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgement by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.

Everyone strives to attain the Law,' answers the man, 'how does it come about, then, that in all these years no one has come seeking admittance but me?' The doorkeeper perceives that the man is nearing his end and his hearing is failing, so he bellows in his ear: 'No one but you could gain admittance through this door, since this door was intended for you. I am now going to shut it.

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.

I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.

Writing is a sweet, wonderful reward.

There is a down-and-outness under true knowledge and a childlike happy arising from it.