Knowledge we have. Anyone who strives for it with particular intensity is suspect of striving against it.

I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.

There they lay, but not in the forgetfulness of the previous night. She was seeking and he was seeking, they raged and contorted their faces and bored their heads into each others bosom in the urgency of seeking something, and their embraces and their tossing limbs did not avail to make them forget, but only reminded them of what they sought

A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.

Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily.

Productivity is being able to do things that you were never able to do before.

Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.