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.
I am sick of atrocities, though these are now the natural order of our world. And I would still like to act!
...I would like to live a little bit longer in this beautiful concentration camp.
I refuse to adapt or integrate myself.
One cannot start a new life, you can only continue the old one.
Nonexistence. The society of the nonexistent. In the street yesterday a nonexistent person trod on my foot with his nonexistent foot.