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

I refuse to adapt or integrate myself.

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

I look on my life as raw material for my novels: that's just the way I am, and it frees me from any inhibitions.

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

Of course, living is another way of killing oneself: its drawback is that it takes so horribly long.

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