Something whose connection with human experience we cannot grasp is bound to be frightening.
Defeat begins with the fear that one has lost.
The thorn of death falls from heaven, and its myriad forms leave us no room to move.
Perhaps the act of writing is necessary when nothing happens.
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.
The minute you begin to have doubts, the floor under your feet starts to shake.