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.

Every one of us has a bad conscience, which he tries to escape by going to sleep as quickly as possible.

I'm thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.

I no longer know If I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea.

I am in chains. Don't touch my chains.

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

God gives the nuts, but he does not crack them.