Picasso only registers the deformities which have not yet penetrated our consciousness. Art is a mirror which goes 'fast' like a watch - sometimes.

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

This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

But eternity is not temporality at a standstill. What is oppressive about the concept of the eternal is the justification, incomprehensible to us, that time must undergo in eternity and the logical conclusion of that, the justification of ourselves as we are.

sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.

Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.