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.

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

The world is a never-ending cross-reference.

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

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

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

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