Death is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.

The only limits that exist are the ones you place on yourself.

The individual has become a mere cog in an enormous organization of things and powers which tear from his hands all progress, spirituality, and value in order to transform them from their subjective form into the form of a purely objective life.

A novel is never finished, only abandoned.

"Art is the only refuge from the chaos of the world, a place where we can find meaning and beauty."