The thorn of death falls from heaven, and its myriad forms leave us no room to move.

The minute you begin to have doubts, the floor under your feet starts to shake.

The most frightening thing in the world is to discover the abnormal in that which is closest to us.

Without the threat of punishment, there is no joy in flight.

When I look at small things, I think I shall go on living: drops of rain, leather gloves shrunk by being wet... When I look at something too big, I want to die: the Diet Building, or a map of the world.

A tower of illusion, all of it, made of illusory bricks and full of holes. If life were made up only of imporant things, it really would be a dangerous house of glass, scarcely to be handled carelessly. But everyday life was exactly like the headlines. And so everybody, knowing the meaninglessness of existence, sets the centre of his compass at his own home.

The thorn of death falls from heaven, and its myriad forms leave us no room to move.