From outside one will always triumphantly impress theories upon the world and then fall straight into the ditch one has dug, but only from inside will one keep oneself and the world quiet and true.

All knowledge, the totality of all questions and answers, is contained in the dog.

Ours is a lost generation, it may be, but it is more blameless than those earlier generations.

Anyone who believes cannot experience miracles. By day one does not see any stars. Anyone who does miracles says: I cannot let goof the earth.

My job is unbearable to me because it conflicts with my only desire and my only calling, which is literature. Since I am nothing but literature and can and want to be nothing else, my job will never take possession of me, it may, however, shatter me completely, and this is by no means a remote possibility.

I, however, cannot force myself to use "meat drugs" to cheat on my loneliness.

Faith, like a guillotine. As heavy, as light.