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.

We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?

To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.

I have always been amazed at my contemporaries’ lack of finesse, I whose soul writhed from morning to night, in the mere quest of itself.

What are we doing here, that is the question.

The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even more interesting, but also that I, which is if possible even more interesting, that I shall have to, I forget, no matter. And at the same time I am obliged to speak. I shall never be silent. Never.

Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.