That is perhaps what we seek throughout life, that and nothing more, the greatest possible sorrow so as to become fully ourselves before dying.

To philosophize is only another way of being afraid and leads hardly anywhere but to cowardly make-believe.

If you aren't rich you should always look useful.

I was a hundred-percent sick, I felt as if I had no further use for my legs, they just hung over the edge of my bed like unimportant and rather ridiculous objects.

When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep, then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.

I crawled back into myself all alone, just delighted to observe that I was even more miserable than before, because I had brought a new kind of distress and something that resembled true feeling into my solitude.

Life must go on, even if it's no joke...just pretend to believe in the future.