Nonexistence. The society of the nonexistent. In the street yesterday a nonexistent person trod on my foot with his nonexistent foot.

I look on my life as raw material for my novels: that's just the way I am, and it frees me from any inhibitions.

...I would like to live a little bit longer in this beautiful concentration camp.

I refuse to adapt or integrate myself.

Talking is not enough; words don't clarify anything. I'll have to hit upon something, but what?

There's just one revolution that I can take seriously, and that's a police revolution.

Of course, living is another way of killing oneself: its drawback is that it takes so horribly long.

I am sick of atrocities, though these are now the natural order of our world. And I would still like to act!

I tried to depict the human face of this history, I wanted to write a book that people would actually want to read.

One cannot start a new life, you can only continue the old one.

Myslím, že na místa, kde se odvíjely rozhodující události našich životů, stojí za to občas zavítat, abychom zjistili: nemáme sami se sebou nic společného.

Few men during their lifetime comes anywhere near exhausting the resources dwelling within them. There are deep wells of strength that are never used.

Perhaps in time the so-called Dark Ages will be thought of as including our own.

It's easy to talk about what you're going to do but your actions speak words.

The heads (Plural) of the Gods appointed one God for us; and when you take that view of the subject, it sets one free to see all the beauty, holiness and perfection of the Gods.

It’s a cat. Boy, you couldn’t slip anything past me tonight.

Sherlock and Watson are a love story

To say then, the majority are wicked, means no malice, no bad heart in the observer, but, simply that the majority are unripe, andhave not yet come to themselves, do not yet know their opinion.

Space is not only high, it's low. It's a bottomless pit.

I studied and performed and even taught mime years ago.

I really like just super dry comedy.