Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.
Evil is whatever distracts.
I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
He who does not answer the questions has passed the test.
Some books seem like a key to unfamiliar rooms in one’s own castle.
Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
The Fathers of the Church were not afraid to go out into the desert because they had a richness in their hearts. But we, with richness all around us, are afraid, because the desert is in our hearts.
A book should serve as an axe to the ice inside us.
The true word leads; the untrue misleads.
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
The whole visible world is perhaps nothing other than a motivation of man's wish to rest for a moment an attempt to falsify the fact of knowledge, to try to turn the knowledge into the goal.
From a real antagonist one gains boundless courage.
As far as I have seen, at school...they aimed at blotting out one's individuality.
My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication - it makes them sociable. I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness - it is all that I have - and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.
He who seeks does not find, but he who does not seek will be found.
I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
Love is a drama of contradictions.
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
Photography concentrates one's eye on the superficial. For that reason it obscures the hidden life which glimmers through the outlines of things like a play of light and shade. One can't catch that even with the sharpest lens.
Writing means revealing oneself to excess.
Man cannot live without a continuous confidence in something indestructible within himself.
I carry the bars within me.
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