In me, by myself, without human relationship, there are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.

You need not even listen, just wait...the world will offer itself freely to you, unmasking itself.

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn't wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?

Now I can look at you in peace; I don't eat you any more.

Religions get lost as people do.

Writing is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave, I can't be dragged from my desk at night.

There is a goal but no way; what we call the way is mere wavering.