I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.

Kill me, or you are a murderer.

What is written is merely the dregs of experience.

I see, these books are probably law books, and it is an essential part of the justice dispensed here that you should be condemned not only in innocence but also in ignorance.

Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one’s ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.

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

Every word first looks around in every direction before letting itself be written down by me.