“I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.”

Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

Be truthful, and the result is bound to be amazingly interesting.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea.

Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure.

I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.

For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

I have lost friends, some by death, others by sheer inability to cross the street.

I like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms.

Intimacy is a difficult art.

They went in and out of each other’s minds without any effort.

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.

Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time.

Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.

An unconsidered life is not one worth living.

If I haven’t thought about six impossible things before breakfast, I consider the day wasted.

Consideration for others is the basis of a good life, a good society.

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?

I consider my greatest accomplishment to be lifelong celibacy.

If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?

We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.

Whoever is going to listen to the philosophers needs a considerable practice in listening.