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

After all, there is nothing but failure.

Only when I am by seawater can I truly breathe, to say nothing of my ability to think.

I avoid literature whenever possible, because whenever possible I avoid myself.

Everything is what it is, that's all. If we keep attaching meanings and mysteries to everything we perceive, everything we see that is, and to everything that goes on inside us, we are bound to go crazy sooner or later, I thought.

We have to keep company with supposedly bad characters if we are to survive and not succumb to mental atrophy. People of good character, so called, are the ones who end up boring us to death.

One day you're cut off, at the very start you're cut off and can't go back, the language you learn and the whole business of walking and all the rest is for the sake of the single thought, how to get back again.