Unlike the puerile loyalty to a conviction, loyalty to a friend is a virtue - perhaps the only virtue, the last remaining one.

Any new possibility that existence acquires, even the least likely, transforms everything about existence.

Solitude: a sweet absence of looks.

There is a certain part of all of us that lives outside of time. Perhaps we become aware of our age only at exceptional moments and most of the time we are ageless.

Today we're all alike, all of us bound together by our shared apathy toward work. That very apathy has become a passion. The one great collective passion of our time.

The novel is not the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap the world has become

Nothing requires a greater effort of thought than arguments to justify the rule of non-thought.