To die would mean nothing else than to surrender a nothing to the nothing, but that would be impossible to conceive, for how could a person, even only as a nothing, consciously surrender himself to the nothing, and not merely to an empty nothing but rather to a roaring nothing whose nothingness consists only in its incomprehensibility.
The truth is what every human being needs in order to live and yet cannot get or buy from anyone.
It is, after all, not necessary to fly right into the middle of the sun, but it is necessary to crawl to a clean little spot on earth where the sun sometimes shines and one can warm oneself a little.
I was ashamed of myself when I realized that life was a costume party; and I attented with my real face.
There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.
I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.
I’m not saying goodbye. There isn’t any goodbye, unless gravity, which is lying in wait for me, pulls me down entirely. But how could it, since you are alive.
To say that you abandoned me would be very unjust, but that I was abandoned, and at times horribly, is true.
It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
