Man is profoundly dependent on the reflection of himself in another man's soul, be it even the soul of an idiot.

Not surprisingly, because too much attention to one object leads to distraction, this one object conceals everything else, and when we focus on one point on the map we know that all other points are eluding us.

To me, art almost always speaks more forcefully when it appears in an imperfect, accidental, and fragmentary way, somehow just signaling its presence, allowing one to feel it through the ineptitude of the interpretation. I prefer the Chopin that reaches me in the street from an open window to the Chopin served in great style from the concert stage.

Against the background of general freakishness the case of my particular freakishness was lost.

Serious literature does not exist to make life easy but to complicate it.

I am a collection of the family's body parts.

Wherever I see some mystique, be it virtue or family, faith or fatherland, there I must commit some indecent act.