One tells as few lies as possible only by telling as few lies as possible, and not by having the least possible opportunity to do so.
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
In me, by myself, without human relationship, there are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.
Now I can look at you in peace; I don't eat you any more.
All knowledge, the totality of all questions and answers, is contained in the dog.
Knowledge we have. Anyone who strives for it with particular intensity is suspect of striving against it.