The study of sickness is the most poetic of the sciences.

It would be wrong to refuse to face the fact that everything is fundamentally sick and sad.

After all, there is nothing but failure.

I had to spend my entire childhood in the Altensam dungeon like an inmate doing time for no comprehensible reason, for a crime he can't remember committing, a judicial error probably.

Those who live in the country get idiotic in time, without noticing it, for a while they think it's original and good for their health, but life in the country is not original at all, for anyone who wasn't born in and for the country it shows a lack of taste and is only harmful to their health. The people who go walking in the country walk right into their own funeral in the country and at the very least they lead a grotesque existence which leads them first into idiocy, then into an absurd death.

...He was just scraps of words and dislocated phrases.

Toda idea, al fin y al cabo, es una idea demencial.