Life is to blame for everything.

One must conform to the baseness of an age or become neurotic.

And what would you do, ... if you could rule the world for a day? I suppose I would have no choice but to abolish reality.

[...] a number of flawed individuals can often add up to a brilliant social unit.

What is perceptible to one’s mistrust is the cut-and-dried way that life is divided up and the ready-made form it assumes, the ever-recurring sameness of it, the pre-formations passed down by generation after generation, the ready-made language not only of the tongue but also of the sensations and the feelings.

It is life that does the thinking all around us, forming with playful ease the connections our reason can only laboriously patch together piecemeal, and never to such kaleidoscopic effect.

But how do I get to having to write a book?... It was a mother who bore me, not an inkwell!