A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
A man doesn’t need to fly to the sun, he need only find a patch of clean earth, and crawl there, and let the sun shine on him.
My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted.
What I write is different from what I say, what I say is different from what I think, what I think is different from what I ought to think and so it goes further into the deepest darkness.
I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
What is written is merely the dregs of experience.
Writing is prayer.
I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
لست أقوى على حمل الدنيا فوق كتفي، ولا أنا أحتمل حتى ثقل معطفي فوقهما
فان فكره من الافكار لا يمكن ان تنقرض مهما كانت متطفله ,ما دامت قد وجدت ذات مره ,او انها لا يمكنها علي الاقل ان تنقرض دون صراع رهيب ,و دون ان تتمكن من تحقيق لنفسها دفاعا فعلا ينجح في ان يثبت طويلا
You've seen yourself how difficult the writing is to decipher with your eyes, but our man deciphers it with his wounds.
Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
Wir brauchen aber die Bücher, die auf uns wirken wie ein Unglück, das uns sehr schmerzt, wie der Tod eines, den wie lieber hatten als uns, wie wenn wir in Wälder verstoßen würden, von allen Menschen w...
Why was Gregor the only one condemned to work in a firm where, at the slightest lapse, someone immediately attracted the greatest suspicion?
What are our lungs supposed to do? I shouted. Shouted: If they breathe fast they suffocate themselves from inner poisons; if they breathe slowly they suffocate from unbreathable air, from outraged thi...
Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
Thin, without fever, not cold, not warm, with empty eyes, without a shirt, the young man under the stuffed quilt heaves himself up, hangs around my throat and whispers in my ear, Doctor, let me die.
They did not know what we can now sense as we contemplate the course of history: that change begins in the soul before it shows in our lives...
There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.
The moonlight lay everywhere with the natural peace that is granted to no other light.