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

“What did I know about whatever it was that others obviously saw in me? how would I know if I went around with my stomach pressed into the dust of the ground. Truth has no witness? being isn't knowing? If a person doesn't look and doesn't see, does the truth exist anyway? THe truth that doesn't transmit itself even to those who can see. Is that the secret of being a person?”

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

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

“Even great men are only truly recognized and honored once they are dead. Why? Because those who praise them need to feel themselves somehow superior to the person praised, they need to feel they are making some concession. ”

“What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.”

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