If there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.

Kierkegaard

I began to write this diary for the simple reason of saving myself, in fear of degradation and an ultimate indundation by the waves of a trivial life, which are already up to my neck.

Gombrovicz

The only essential thing for life is forgoing smugness, moving into the house instead of admiring it and hanging garlands around it.

Kafka

I have seen God, I have heard God: a ray of light under the door of my hotel room.

Celan

The only genres I saw value in, which still conferred meaning, were diaries and essays, the types of literature that did not deal with narrative, but just consisted of a voice, the voice of someone’s own personality, a life, a face, a gaze you could meet.

Knausgaard

Above all, it seems to me that the progress of literature consists in the gradual removal of all fictions.

Handke

Nur so kann geschrieben werden, nur in einem solchen Zusammenhang, mit solcher vollständigen Öffnung des Leibes und der Seele.

Kafka

All things rolling into manifestation. All things rolling into and out of presence. All things rolling and gathering into language.

Richard Capobianco

The landscape thinks itself in me, and I am its consciousness.

Cezanne

God is the present tense.

Anna Kamienska