Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate... but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins.

The Bible is a sanctum; the world, sputum.

Each of us has his own way of emerging from the underworld, mine is by writing. That's why the only way I can keep going, if at all, is by writing, not through rest and sleep. I am far more likely to achieve peace of mind through writing than the capacity to write through peace.

I won't give up the diary again. I must hold on here, it is the only place I can.

Human nature, essentially changeable, as unstable as the dust, can endure no restraint; if it binds itself it soon begins to tear madly at its bonds, until it rends everything asunder, the wall, the bonds, and its very self.

there is nothing bad to fear; once you have crossed that threshold, all is well. Another world, and you do not have to speak

Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.