We all are born mad. Some remain so.

Reality, whether approached imaginatively or empirically, remains a surface, hermetic.

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

Don't look for meaning in the words. Listen to the silences.

All that is active, all that is enveloped in time and space, is endowed with what might be described as an abstract, ideal and absolute impermeability.

There is this to be said for Dachsunds of such length and lowness as Nelly, that it makes very little difference to their appearance whether they stand, sit or lie.

Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.