The sense of a long last night over civilization is back again; it has perhaps not been here so intensely in thirty years, not since the Nazis were prospering, but it is coming back.

When the time comes, they won't ask what kind of a Jew you are.

The private terror of the liberal spirit is invariably suicide, not murder.

Culture is worth a little risk.

If only gravity were working, the path would be symmetrical, it is the wind resistance that produces the tragic curve.

Sex is not only a divine and beautiful activity; it's a murderous activity. People kill each other in bed. Some of the greatest crimes ever committed were committed in bed. And no weapons were used.

Crude thoughts and fierce forces are my state. I do not know who I am. Nor what I was. I cannot hear a sound. Pain is near that will be like no pain felt before.