I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough - but like a dead man.

Two possibilities: making oneself infinitely small or being so. The second is perfection, that is to say, inactivity, the first is beginning, that is to say, action.

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.

I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

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.