To live for the moment: it sounds so right and so beautiful. But the more I want to, the less I understand what it means.

To understand yourself: Is that a discovery or a creation?

Kitsch is the most pernicious of all prisons. The bars are covered with the gold of simplistic, unreal feelings, so that you take them for the pillars of a palace.

What is it that we call loneliness. It can’t simply be the absence of others, you can be alone and not lonely, and you can be among people and yet be lonely. So what is it?

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.

A feeling is no longer the same when it comes the second time. It dies through the awareness of its return. We become tired and weary of our feelings when they come too often and last too long.

To live for the moment: it sounds so right and so beautiful. But the more I want to, the less I understand what it means.