Memory is like a dog that lies down where it pleases.

Conversations consist for the most part of things one does not say.

Man has been thrown into the world. It had always made him think of Icarus and those other great tumblers, Ixion, Phaeton, Tantalus - all these jumpers without parachutes from a world of gods and heroes.

The world is a never-ending cross-reference.

I have never cared much for people. Most of them are cowards, conformists, muddleheads, moneygrubbers, and they infect each other.

Surely one zoo in the world should have the courage to draw the ultimate conclusion about our ancestry? A cage with Homo Sapiens in all its varying forms, perhaps then we would understand ourselves better. The question of course is whether the other animals would approve of it.

I find it unbearable to need a body in order to exist.

I am a hindrance to the world, and the world is a hindrance to me.