Sadness is also a kind of defence.

They looked at the paper and saw nothing in those curving lines, but they knew and understood everything, for their geography was in their blood and they felt biologically their picture of the world.

To be a man, to have been born without knowing it or wanting it, to be thrown into the ocean of existence, to be obliged to swim, to exist; to have an identity; to resist the pressure and shocks from the outside and the unforeseen and unforeseeable acts - one's own and those of others - which so often exceed one's capacities? And what is more, to endure one's own thoughts about all this: in a word, to be human.

I do not fear invisible worlds.

What does your sorrow do while you sleep? -It’s awake and waiting. And when it loses patience, it wakes me up.

I gave in to life. I was not defeated but outplayed.

If people would know how little brain is ruling the world, they would die of fear.