I Have Hardly Anything In

You Can Choose To Be Free , But It's Last Decision You'll Ever Make

Every Word First Looks Around In Every Direction Before Letting Itself Be Written Down By Me.

Writing Means Revealing Oneself To Excess.

Art Is For The Artist Is Only Suffering Through Which He Releases Himself For Further Suffering.

This Perversion Of The Truth, Familiar To The Artist Though It Was, Always Unnerved Him Afresh And Proved Too Much For Him. What Was A Consequence Of The Premature Ending Of His Fast Was Here Presented As The Cause Of It! To Fight Against This Lack Of Understanding, Against A Whole World Of Nonunderstanding, Was Impossible.