Writing [is] a form of prayer.

I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.

Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.

A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

I believe that we should read only those books that bite and sting us. If a book we are reading does not rouse us with a blow to the head, then why read it?

For we are like tree trunks in the snow. In appearance they lie smoothly and a little push should be enough to set them rolling. No, it can't be done, for they are firmly wedded to the ground. But see, even that is only appearance.

A belief is like a guillotine, just as heavy, just as light.