There is only one thing which interests me vitally now, and that is the recording of all that which is omitted in books

The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on my face. Thousands and thousands of us, and we're passing one another without a look of recognition.

Whatever needs to be maintained through force is doomed.

The full and joyful acceptance of the worst in oneself may be the only sure way of transforming it.

The blind lead the blind. It's the democratic way.

When I realize that she is gone, perhaps gone forever, a great void opens up and I feel that I am falling, falling, falling into deep, black space. And this is worse than tears, deeper than regret or pain or sorrow, it is the abyss into which Satan was plunged. There is no climbing back, no ray of light, no sound of human voice or human touch of hand.

A book lying idle on a shelf is wasted ammunition.