So then you’re free?’ ‘Yes, I’m free,’ said Karl, and nothing seemed more worthless than his freedom.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

I am on the hunt for constructions. I come into a room and find them whitely merging in a corner.

I never wish to be easily defined.

It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgement by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.

The purpose of a story is to be an axe that breaks up the ice within us.

Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms.