I am sick of atrocities, though these are now the natural order of our world. And I would still like to act!

Nonexistence. The society of the nonexistent. In the street yesterday a nonexistent person trod on my foot with his nonexistent foot.

Talking is not enough; words don't clarify anything. I'll have to hit upon something, but what?

I refuse to adapt or integrate myself.

There's just one revolution that I can take seriously, and that's a police revolution.

I tried to depict the human face of this history, I wanted to write a book that people would actually want to read.

I am sick of atrocities, though these are now the natural order of our world. And I would still like to act!