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

Death confronts us not unlike the historical battle scene that hangs on the wall of the classroom. It is our task to obscure or quite obliterate the picture by our deeds while we are still in this world.

Time is short, my strength is limited, the office is a horror, the apartment is noisy, and if a pleasant, straightforward life is not possible, then one must try to wriggle through by subtle manoeuvres.

One advantage in keeping a diary is that you become aware with reassuring clarity of the changes which you constantly suffer.

We need the books that affect us like a disaster

The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life-the terror of art.

Don't despair, not even over the fact that you don't despair.