Modern life is so thin and shallow and fake. I look forward to when developers go bankrupt, Japan gets poorer and wild grasses take over.

There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.

“'Oh vamos Bill, son los New Kids, no la agarres con ellos, son tan buenos y se ven tan bien y son tan buena imagen para los niños.' Que se pudra. ¿Desde cuando la mediocridad y la banalidad se convirtieron en una buena imagen para los niños? Quiero que mis hijos escuchen a personas que realmente rockearon. No me importa si murieron ahogados por su propio vómito. Quiero a alguien que toque para sus putos corazones.”

Yo creo que la memoria
tiene fuerza de gravedad
siempre nos atrae.
Los que tienen memoria
son capaces de vivir
en el frágil tiempo presente,
los que no la tienen
no viven en ninguna parte

The tiny little place I occupy is so small in relation to the rest of space where I am not and where it’s none of my business; and the amount of time which I’ll succeed in living is so insignificant by comparison with the eternity where I haven’t been and never will be…And yet in this atom, in this mathematical point, the blood circulates, the brain works and even desires something as well…What sheer ugliness! What sheer nonsense!

“I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin."

“In this world, there is no absolute good, no absolute evil,” the man said.

“Good and evil are not fixed, stable entities but are continually trading places. A good may be transformed into an evil in the next second. And vice versa. Such was the way of the world that Dostoevsky depicted in The Brothers Karamazov. The most important thing is to maintain balance between the constantly moving good and evil. If you lean too much in either direction, it becomes difficult to maintain actual morals. Indeed, balance itself is the good. This is what I mean when I say that I must die in order to keep things in balance.”

It isn't possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

The world is full of people who are very clever at seeming much smarter than they really are. They dazzle us with facts and quotations and foreign words and so on, whereas the truth is that they know almost nothing of use in life as it is really lived.