I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.

But it seems impossible to speak and yet say nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always overlook something.

When the object is perceived as particular and unique and not merely the member of a family, when it appears independent of any general notion and detached from the sanity of a cause, isolated and inexplicable in the light of ignorance, then and only then may it be a source of enchantment.

Lick your neighbor as yourself!

Success and failure on the public level never mattered much to me, in fact I feel more at home with the latter, having breathed deep of its vivifying air all my writing life up to the last couple of years.

Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.