"The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies."
"Writing is prayer."
"Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old."
"May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air."
"Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself."
"I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough - but like a dead man."