In A Country Lacking Leaders, In Africa,

It Is Meaningless That We Are Born, It Is Meaningless That We Die.

Man Exists, Turns Up, Appears On The Scene And Only Afterwards, Defines Himself

I Think That Is The Big Danger In Keeping A Diary: You Exaggerate Everything.

Everything Is Gratuitous, This Garden, This City And Myself. When You Suddenly Realize It, It Makes You Feel Sick And Everything Begins To Drift . . . That's Nausea.

We Will Not Go To Heaven,goetz, And Even If We Both Entered It, We Would Not Have Eyes To See Each Other, Nor Hands To Touch Each Other. Up There, God Gets All The Attention.... We Can Only Love On This Earth And Against God.