“It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.”

“drill one hole after another into [language] until that which lurks behind, be it something or nothing, starts seeping through – I cannot imagine a higher goal for today’s writer.”

“One day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second.”

“If you do not love me I shall not be loved. If I do not love you I shall not love.”

“The only sin is the sin of being born”

“Words are the clothes thoughts wear.”

“I always thought old age would be a writer’s best chance. Whenever I read the late work of Goethe or W. B. Yeats I had the impertinence to identify with it. Now, my memory’s gone, all the old fluency’s disappeared. I don’t write a single sentence without saying to myself, ‘It’s a lie!’ So I know I was right. It’s the best chance I’ve ever had.”

“Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”

“No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.”

“You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that.”