Isolation is a way to know ourselves.

Like tired dogs they stand there, because they use up all their strength in remaining upright in one's memory.

Let me remind you of the old maxim: people under suspicion are better moving than at rest, since at rest they may be sitting in the balance without knowing it, being weighed together with their sins.

Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

Nervous states of the worst sort control me without pause. Everything that is not literature bores me and I hate it. I lack all aptitude for family life except, at best, as an observer. I have no family feeling and visitors make me almost feel as though I were maliciously being attacked.

This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.