He Who Integrates Is Lost.

Life Has Changed Into A Timeless Succession Of Shocks, Interspaced With Empty, Paralysed Intervals.

Technology Is Making Gestures Precise And Brutal, And With Them Men.

The Man For Whom Time Stretches Out Painfully Is One Waiting In Vain, Disappointed At Not Finding Tomorrow Already Continuing Yesterday.

Writing Poetry After Auschwitz Is Barbaric.

Intelligence Is A Moral Category.