As we manipulate everyday words, we forget that they are fragments of ancient and eternal stories, that we are building our houses with broken pieces….

Reality is as thin as paper and betrays with all its cracks its imitative character..

How can one not succumb and allow one's courage to fail when everything is shut tight, when all meaningful things are walled up, and when you constan….

An event may be small and insignificant in its origin , and yet, when drawn close to one’s eye, it may open in its center an infinite and radiant per….

So, it comes to pass that, when we pursue an inquiry beyond a certain depth, we step out of the field of psychological categories and enter the spher….

Animals! the object of insatiable interest, examples of the riddle of life, created, as it were, to reveal the human being to man himself, displaying….

In our town there was a Gestapo officer who loved to play chess. After the occupation began, he found out that my father was the chess master of the ….

Under the imaginary table that separates me from my readers, don’t we secretly clasp each other’s hands?.

Yet what is to be done with events that have no place of their own in time; events that have occurred too late, after the whole of time has been dist….

Ordinary facts are arranged within time, strung along its length as on a thread. There they have their antecedents and their consequences, which crow….

Lifelessness is only a disguise behind which hide unknown forms of life..

Even in the depths of sleep, in which he had to satisfy his need for protection and love by curling himself up into a trembling ball, he could not ri….

One thing must be avoided at all costs: narrow-mindedness, pedantry, dull pettiness..

This enraged the other Nazi so much that the next morning he came to our house and he shot my father..

Man was entering under false pretenses the sphere of incredible facilities, acquired too cheaply, below cost price, almost for nothing, and the dispr….

Could it be that time is too narrow for all events? Could it happen that all the seats within time might have been sold? Worried, we run along the tr….

...."the sound of a barrel organ rising from the deepest golden vein of the day; two or three bars of a chorus, played on a distant piano over and ov….

Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways sme….

There are things than cannot ever occur with any precision. They are too big and too magnificent to be contained in mere facts. They are merely tryin….

The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indif….

And one's wandering proved as sterile and pointless as the excitement produced by a close study of pornographic albums..