'You were wrong to count on me.' Who can speak in terms? God and the Failure.

Won over by solitude, yet he remains in the world: a stylite without a pillar.

All my life, I have lived with the feeling that I have been kept from my true place. If the expression 'metaphysical exile' had no meaning, my existence alone …

We must suffer to the end, to the moment when we stop believing in suffering