Job understood that he was nothing more than God’s invention and so too was his suffering

This pain is comfort. It is the solace of physicality, like a touch.

Doing nothing was as honourable as any available course of action. Think of Hamlet, think of Job, think of Jesus before Pilate.

I stare out at the real world projected on the windows

His suffering was no more real than he was.

Reality, it seems, is not a flat plane, but has as many veils as an onion has skins.

For someone to be perfect, they must be real, however imperfect they are.

It is a matter of mere coincidence that there is often a real individual who corresponds with a celebrity, signifies them.

You need to bridge the gap between reality and freedom. Drugs are the bridge.

I feel underslept but overjoyed. Nothing feels so good as this.

Is the writer cruel that makes his characters suffer only to bring them to triumph or tragedy in the end?

My burden is my purpose. Without it, I wouldn't be.

If you think you don't have enemies, then they have won.

My generation of the Sixties, with all our great ideals, destroyed liberalism, because of our excesses.

Female bonobos form a strong sisterhood. They rule through female solidarity.

Most likely, the system of mutual relations that has evolved in Eastern Europe and Asia corresponds to another level of governance.

‎Not having time for a person, not being able to sit in silence together with somebody, that's the same as rejecting them, as being scornful about them.

I wish I had more time to write.

I need one of those baby monitors from my subconscious to my consciousness so I can know what the hell I'm really thinking about.

The unrest which keeps the never stopping clock of metaphysics going is the thought that the nonexistence of this world is just as possible as its existence.