You are so vulnerably haunting. Your eeriness is terrifyingly irresistible.

We live in an age which is so possessed by demons, that soon we shall only be able to do goodness and justice in the deepest secrecy, as if it were a crime.

If the literature we are reading does not wake us, why then do we read it? A literary work must be an ice-axe to break the sea frozen inside us.

The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speakes he lies.

Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

What is written is merely the dregs of experience.

Sometimes I think I can expiate all my past and future sins through the aching of my bones.