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

Nothing but disaster follows from applause.

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.

The anger and the brutality against everything can readily from one hour to the next be transformed into its opposite.

All of living is nothing but a fervid attempt to move closer together.

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

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.