I'm planning, you see, to try to confine myself to the truth. That's hard for an old, inveterate fantasy martyr and liar who has never hesitated to give truth the form he felt the occasion demanded.

To feel. To trust the feeling. I long for that

Death: Do you never stop questioning? Antonius Block: No. I never stop.

Everything is worth precisely as much as a belch, the difference being that a belch is more satisfying.

I'd prostitute my talents if it would further my cause, steal if there was no way out, killing my friends or anyone else if it would help my art.

Occasionally I sense an insane wail deep down in the pit, the echo alone reaching me, striking without warning, a child weeping uninhibitedly, imprisoned forever.

We make each other alive; it doesn’t make a difference if it hurts.