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?

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

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.

You just sit there and tolerate it, the same way everything in this country is tolerated. Every deception, every lie, every bullet in the brains. Just as you are already tolerating bullets in the brains that will be implemented only after the bullet is put in your brains.

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.