At the entrance to the original tower, there is a stone into which Jung carved some words with his own hand: 'Cold or not, God is present.

I keep to this routine every day without variation. The repetition itself becomes the important thing; it's a form of mesmerism. I mesmerize myself to reach a deeper state of mind.

Age certainly hadn't conferred any smarts on me. Character maybe, but mediocrity is a constant, as one Russian writer put it. Russian writers have a way with aphorisms. They probably spend all winter thinking them up.

There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.

I'd made it back to the land of the living. No matter how boring or mediocre a world it might be, this was it.

I'm going to take you out of here ... I'm going to take you home, to the world where you belong, where cats with bent tails live, and there are little backyards, and alarm clocks ring in the morning.

One of these days they'll be making a film where the whole human race gets wiped out in a nuclear war, but everything works out in the end.