In one and the same human being there are cognitions that, however utterly dissimilar they are, yet have one and the same object,so that one can only conclude that there are different subjects in one and the same human being.

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.

But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?

I like to make use of what I know

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

Art flies around truth, but with the definite intention of not getting burnt. Its capacity lies in finding in the dark void a place where the beam of light can be intensely caught, without this having been perceptible before.

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