Before we are forgotten, we will be turned into kitsch. Kitsch is the stopover between being and oblivion.

He Kept recalling her lying on his bed; she reminded him of no one in his former life.

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

Fortunately women have the miraculous ability to change the meaning of their actions after the event.

A man who loses his privacy loses everything. And a man who gives it up of his own free will is a monster.

Culture is perishing in overproduction, in an avalanche of words, in the madness of quantity.

Anyone who thinks that the Communist regimes of Central Europe are exclusively the work of criminals is overlooking a basic truth: The criminal regimes were made not by criminals but by enthusiasts convinced they had discovered the only road to paradise. They defended that road so valiantly that they were forced to execute many people. Later it became clear that there was no paradise, that the enthusiasts were therefore murderers.