Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.

A vague uneasiness: the police. It's like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.

Justice! Custodian of the world! But since the world errs, justice must be custodian of the world's errors.

When you want to believe in something, you also have to believe in everything that's necessary for believing in it.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist. And before that, during all eternity, what was there? Nothing.

Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.

Each of us is the only person who can give the other what each of us wants to have: Peace.