Can it be that action is active resignation? Something is trying to develop; it moves ever so slightly, and there comes your man of action and bashes in the hothouse windows.

When the young woman leans over the sky, about to water the flowers as well as the weeds, her white front splits open until her milk runs.

An empty bus hurtles through the starry night Perhaps the driver is singing and happy because he sings.

How easily the routine of sin establishes itself.

The human head is bigger than the globe. It conceives itself as containing more. It can think and rethink itself and ourselves from any desired point outside the gravitational pull of the earth. It starts by writing one thing and later reads itself as something else. The human head is monstrous.

I catch myself judging myself as that 13-year-old boy, who, of course, rightfully points out that he is only a child. And my membership - well, I was drafted into the Waffen-SS and didn't exactly volunteer, which was just as idiotic. I wanted to be on the submarines and then ended up with the Waffen-SS.

Writers know that sometimes things are there in the drawer for decades before they finally come out and you are capable of writing about them.