"The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things."
"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."
"We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes."
"He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived."
"Writer speaks a stench."
"Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self."