How far, in any case, must one go back to find the beginning?

No one can explain exactly what happens within us when the doors behind which our childhood terrors lurk are flung open.

Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to embers.

We take almost all the decisive steps in our lives as a result of slight inner adjustments of which we are barely conscious.

By all means be experimental, but let the reader be part of the experiment

I believe that the black-and-white photograph, or rather the gray zones in the black-and-white photograph, stand for this territory that is located between life and death.

We learn from history as much as a rabbit learns from an experiment that's performed upon it.