One's need for loneliness is not satisfied if one sits at a table alone. There must be empty chairs as well.

Virginity is the ideal of those who want to deflower.

When I don't make any progress, it is because I have bumped into the wall of language. Then I draw back with a bloody head. And would like to go on.

I would have stage-fright if I had to speak with every one of the people before whom I speak.

I don't like to meddle in my private affairs.

If the reporter has killed our imagination with his truth, he threatens our life with his lies.

In a hollow head there is much room for knowledge.