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

Everyone, he went on, speaks a language he does not understand, but which now and then is understood by others. That is enough to permit one to exist and at least to be misunderstood.

The only friends I have are the dead who have bequeathed their writings to me — I have no others.

Very often we write down a sentence too early, then another too late; what we have to do is write it down at the proper time, otherwise it's lost.

On the other hand, whatever condition we are in, we must always do what we want to do ,and if we want to go on a journey, then we must do so and not worry about our condition, even if it's the worst possible condition, because, if it is, we're finished anyway, whether we go on the journey or not, and it's better to die having made the journey we've been longing for than to be stifled by our longing.

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

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