The greater the ambiguity, the greater the pleasure.

What is unique about the "I" hides itself exactly in what is unimaginable about a person. All we are able to imagine is what makes everyone like everyone else, what people have in common. The individual "I" is what differs from the common stock, that is, what cannot be guessed at or calculated, what must be unveiled, uncovered, conquered.

The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man.

This is the real and the only reason for friendship: to provide a mirror so the other person can contemplate his image from the past, which, without the eternal blah-blah of memories between pals, would long ago have disappeared.

The reign of imagagology begins where history ends.

All lovers unconsciously establish their own rules of the game, which from the outset admit of no transgression.

There is a secret bond between slowness and memory, between speed and forgetting.