Pain doesn't listen to reason, it has it's own reason, which is not reasonable

The novel is a meditation on existence as seen through the medium of imaginary characters.

[W]e must never allow the future to collapse under the burden of memory.

People are always shouting they want to create a better future. It's not true. The future is an apathetic void of no interest to anyone.

But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science , instantly fades away.

...in our time art is encrusted with a noisy, opaque, logorrhea of theory that prevents a work from coming into direct, media free, non-interpreted contact with its viewer (its reader, its listener)

High culture is nothing but a child of that European perversion called history, the obsession we have with going forward, with considering the sequence of generations a relay race in which everyone surpasses his predecessor . . .