Read in order to live.
I am a man-pen. I feel through the pen, because of the pen.
There are two infinities that confuse me: the one in my soul devours me; the one around me will crush me
I have no use for the kind of God who goes walking in his garden with a stick, sends his friends to live in the bellies of whales, gives up the ghost with a groan and then comes back to life three days later!
By dint of railing at idiots, one runs the risk of becoming an idiot oneself.
Through small apertures we glimpse abysses whose sombre depths turn us faint. And yet over the whole there hovers an extraordinary tenderness.