“For one has the right to shout.So, I am shouting.”

“Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”

“It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.”

“Everything is heavy with dreams when I paint a cave or write to you about one - out of it comes the clatter of dozens of unfettered horses to trample the shadows with dry hooves, and from the friction of the hooves the rejoicing liberates itself in sparks: here I am, the cave and I, in the time that will rot us.”

“To know when to quit. Whether to give up--this is often the question facing the gambler. No one is taught the art of walking away. And the anguish of deciding if I should keep playing is hardly unusual. Will I be able to quit honorably? or am I the type who waits stubbornly for something to happen? something like, for instance, the end of the world? or whatever it might be, maybe my own sudden death, in which case my decision to give up would be beside the point.”

“I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?”

“I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.”