From childhood I had never believed in permanence, and yet I had longed for it. Always I was afraid of losing happiness. This month, next year...death was the only absolute value in my world. Lose life and one would lose nothing again forever.
Would the world be in the mess it is if we were loyal to love and not to countries?
There was always another side to a joke, the side of the victim.
As long as nothing happens anything is possible.
I had committed myself: without love I'd have to go through the gestures of love.
I aim to be content with what I produce. It's an aim I never achieve, but I go over my work word by word, time and again, so as to be as little dissatisfied as possible.