Of course you'll live, red-haired lady of my heart: in the twentieth century grief lasts at most a year.

And don't forget, a prisoner's wife must always think good thoughts.

However and wherever we are, we must live as if we will never die.

Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel for example - I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation.

Books must be wind and pull the curtains.

the train plunges on through the pitch-black nightI never knew I liked the night pitch-blacksparks fly from the engineI didn't know I loved sparksI didn't know I loved so many things and I had to wait until sixty to find it out sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train watching the world disappear as if on a journey of no return

Never give up on a dream just because you think it will take you too long to realize it. Time will pass anyway.

I was seventeenMy heart on a swing touched the sky

moonlight the falsest the most languid the most petit-bourgeoisstrikes meI like it