...you must say words, as long as there are any, until they find me, until they say me, strange pain, strange sin, you must go on, perhaps it's done already, perhaps they have said me already, perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story, that would surprise me, if it opens, it will be I, it will be the silence, where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on

The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.

Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm in my right mind. Then it passes off and I'm as intelligent as ever.

I had little talent for happiness.

Unhappy, but not unhappy enough.

All the things you would do gladly, oh without enthusiasm, but gladly, all the things there seems no reason for your not doing, and that you do not do! Can it be we are not free? It might be worth looking into.