Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.

As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.

I just enjoy translating, it's like opening one's mouth and hearing someone else's voice emerge.

Not to have been born is undoubtedly best, but sound sleep is second best.

No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.

Socrates wrote nothing. Christ wrote nothing.

Time can divorce us from the reality of people, it can separate us from people and turn them into ghosts. Or rather it is we who turn them into ghosts or demons. Some kinds of fruitless preoccupations with the past can create such simulacra, and they can exercise power, like those heroes at Troy fighting for a phantom Helen.