The thinking man always finds himself in a gigantic orphanage in which people are continually proving to him that he has no parents.

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

A criminal is undoubtedly a poor soul, who is punished for his poverty.

I did not want to be anything, and naturally I did not want to turn myself into a mere profession: all I ever wanted was to be myself.

Women were like rivers, their banks were unreachable, the night often rang with the cries of the drowned.

We Can Only Exist By Taking Our Minds Off The Fact That We Exist

Our greatest pleasure, surely, is in fragments, just as we derive the most pleasure from life if we regard it as a fragment, whereas the whole and the complete and the perfect are basically abhorrent.