“Do you want to know the world? Then look at it closely. Do you want to like it? Then look at it from afar.”

“Voieşti să cunoşti lucrurile? Priveşte-le de aproape. Vrei să-ţi placă? Priveşte-le de departe.”

“Since I've started living out my dreams, since I've become the contemporary of the centuries to come, I no longer know death under the annihilating guise it has maintained in today's society. Only in my moments of deepest depression do I realise that in that world of swine into which I was born I shall be forced to die, just as out in the street I'm obliged to rub shoulders with priests and cops.”

“Chic, is first, when you don't have to prove you have money, either because you have a lot and it doesn't matter or because you don't have any and it doesn't matter. Chic is not aspirational. Chic is the most impossible thing to define. Luxury is a humorless thing, largely, and when humor happens in luxury it happens involuntarily. Chic is all about humor. Which means chic is about intelligence. And there has to be oddness-- most luxury is conformist, and chic cannot be. Chic must be polite and not incommode others, but within that it can be as weird as it wants.”

“The streets were full of destruction and rubble, and this town I'd never liked, with its stupid people, stupid streets, and stupid houses, was now unrecognisable, now it had a truly unique beauty, and scantily-clad women traversed it like ghosts. A twelve-storey building in the city centre had totally collapsed. Caught up in her bed sheets, a woman who had fallen from the top floor found herself alive and alone on the pavement. Her husband had been thrown out of bed. From now on she would sleep forever, since reality was now as extraordinary as dreams.”

“Nu ştiu alţi cum sunt, dar eu, când mă gândesc la locul naşterii mele, la casa părintească din Humuleşti, la stâlpul hornului unde lega mama o şfară cu motocei la capăt, de crăpau mâţele jucându-se cu ei, la prichiciul vetrei cel humuit, de care mă ţineam când începusem a merge copăcel, la cuptiorul pe care ma ascundeam, când ne jucam noi, băieţii, de-a mijoarca, şi la alte jocuri şi jucării pline de hazul şi farmecul copilăresc, parcă-mi saltă şi acum inima de bucurie!”

“Facerea lumiiŞi a fost seară.Şi a fost dimineaţă.Dar asta a fost demult.Şi o singură dată.”