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

everything is ridiculous if one thinks of death

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

Instead of committing suicide, people go to work.

All my life I have had the utmost admiration for suicides. I have always considered them superior to me in every way.

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

Everyone is a virtuoso on his own instrument, but together they add up to an intolerable cacophony.