Because of impatience we were driven out [of Paradise]; because of impatience we cannot return.

What is written is merely the dregs of experience.

The state we find ourselves in is sinful quite independent of guilt.

My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication - it makes them sociable. I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness - it is all that I have - and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.

One day, a leopard stalked into the synagogue, roaring and lashing its tail. Three weeks later, it had become part of the liturgy.

Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence... someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.

There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.