Not only does God play dice with the world He does not let us see what He has rolled.

A specialist is a barbarian whose ignorance is not well-rounded.

I see a poem as a multi-coloured strip behind peeling plaster, in separate, shining fragments.

I had no hope. Yet expectation lived on in me, the last thing she had left behind. What further consummations, mockeries, torments did I still anticipate? I had no idea as I abided in the unshaken belief that the time of cruel wonders was not yet over.

Our ability to adapt and therefore to accept everything is one of our greatest dangers. Creatures that are completely flexible, changeable, can have no fixed morality.

You climb to reach the summit, but once there, discover that all roads lead down.

Cannibals prefer those who have no spines.