Not to find one's way in a city may well be uninteresting and banal. It requires ignorance - nothing more. But to lose oneself in a city - as one loses oneself in a forest - that calls for a quite different schooling. Then, signboard and street names, passers-by, roofs, kiosks, or bars must speak to the wanderer like a cracking twig under his feet in the forest.

The more circumspectly you delay writing down an idea, the more maturely developed it will be on surrendering itself.

It is only for those without hope that hope is given.

All efforts to render politics aesthetic culminate in one thing: war.

Death is the sanction of everything that the storyteller can tell. He has borrowed his authority from death.

All human knowledge takes the form of interpretation.

Ownership is the most intimate relationship that one can have to objects. Not that they come alive in him; it is he who lives in them.