A joke is a good camouflage. Next best comes sentiment... But the best camouflage of all - in my opinion - is the plain and simple truth. Because nobody ever believes it.

The technologist was the final guise of the white missionary, industrialization the last gospel of a dying race and living standards a substitute for a purpose in living.

Time does not change us. It just unfolds us.

All that remains is the mad desire for present identity through a woman.

There are all sorts of ways of murdering a person or at least his soul, and that's something no police in the world can spot.

Perhaps there are only a few women who experience without deception the overwhelming intoxication of the senses which they expectfrom their encounters with men, which they feel bound to expect because of the fuss made about it in novels, written by men.

The older you get the simpler you want to make it.