...pretention is very close to stupidity and that simplicity has a less visible but still gratifying aspect.

For every death is a simplification of existence for the others, removes the necessity to show gratitude, the obligation to pay visits.

Every reader, as he reads, is actually the reader of himself.

But it is always easy to put together stories about a past which nobody any longer remembers, like those about journeys to countries where nobody has ever been.

And like an aviator who rolls painfully along the ground until, abruptly, he breaks away from it, I felt myself being slowly lifted towards the silent peaks of memory.

The beauty of images lies behind things, the beauty of ideas in front of them.

Ideas are substitutes for sorrows...

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who'll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you're in the wrong house, that's what it means.

One can only describe the human but can never define it because humans are complex in their nature.

Stop your doubting, my love. I knew you would find me. ~Jack

To me, the piano in itself is an orchestra.

Unfaithfulness ought to extinguish love, and we should not be jealous when there is reason to be. Only those who give no grounds for jealousy are worthy of it.

Warhol is the pre-Helnwein.

Intersectionality may well sound like some unfortunate bowel complaint resulting in copious use of a colostomy bag, and indeed it does contain a large amount of ordure.

I say a little prayer every time I see a race. I say a little prayer that the riders and the horses will be okay.

A thick hide is a gift from God.

Each person's prayers can help everyone.