In psycho-analysis nothing is true except the exaggerations.

Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.

For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.

It would be advisable to think of progress in the crudest, most basic terms: that no one should go hungry anymore, that there should be no more torture, no more Auschwitz. Only then will the idea of progress be free from lies.

Once the last trace of emotion has been eradicated, nothing remains of thought but absolute tautology.

There is something embarrassing in... the way in which, ... turning suffering into images, harsh and uncompromising though they are, ... wounds the shame we feel in the presence of the victims. For these victims are used to create something, works of art, that are thrown to the consumption of a world which destroyed them.

Of the world as it exists, it is not possible to be enough afraid.