There has to be a certain relationship between the life and the writing style, and that is really a problem.

It is not in giving life but in risking life that man is raised above the animal; that is why superiority has been accorded in humanity not to the sex that brings forth but to that which kills.

My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.

A couple who go on living together merely because that was how they began, without any other reason: was that what we were turning into?

Self-consciousness is not knowledge but a story one tells about oneself.

Harmony between two individuals is never granted-it has to be conquered indefinitely.

Society cares about the individual only in so far as he is profitable. The young know this. Their anxiety as they enter in upon social life matches the anguish of the old as they are excluded from it.