What man of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?

Reading is an activity subsequent to writing: more resigned, more civil, more intellectual.

What I'm really concerned about is reaching one person. And that person may be myself for all I know.

For me, beauty is a physical sensation, something we feel with our whole body. It is not the result of judgement. We do not arrive at it by way of rules. We either feel beauty or we don't.

I ask of any God, of any gods, that if they give immortality, I hope to be granted oblivion also.

Kafka had the sense of guilt. I don't think I have because I don't believe in free will. Because what I have done has been done, well, for me or through me. But I haven't done it really. But I don't believe in free will, I can't feel guilty.

I wonder if I have woven through dreams the sexual strife. I don't think so. But after all, my business is to weave dreams. I suppose I may be allowed to choose the material.