Art is for the artist is only suffering through which he releases himself for further suffering.

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.

One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark

The decisive moment in human evolution is perpetual. That is why the revolutionary spiritual movements that declare all former things worthless are in the right, for nothing has yet happened.

Follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.