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.

Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.

Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.

Writer speaks a stench.

What I write is different from what I say, what I say is different from what I think, what I think is different from what I ought to think and so it goes further into the deepest darkness.

I am more uncertain than I ever was; I feel only the power of life. And I am senselessly empty.

God gives the nuts, but he does not crack them.