In a society of criminals, the innocent man goes to jail.

There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

For each person there is a sentence—a series of words—which has the power to destroy them.

He started keeping a journal - had been, in fact, secretly doing so for some time: the furtive act of a deranged person.

(Insanity) is not hubris, not pride; it is inflation of the ego to its ultimate - confusion between him who worships and that which is worshipped. Man has not eaten God; God has eaten man.

It is futile to try to make the universe add up. But I guess we must go on anyhow.

It really seems to me that in the midst of great tragedy, there is always the horrible possibility that something terribly funny will happen.