Only Someone Who Is Well Prepared Has

There's Always A Tension In Me Between My Urge To Destroy And My Will To Live... Every Morning I Wake Up With A New Wrath, A New Suspiciousness, A New Desire To Live.

I Am Conscious About Myself And Everything, And Then Suddenly, Or Slowly, My Conscious Fades Out. Switches Off. And It's Not Existing, And That's A Marvelous Feeling. That From Existing, I Am Not Existing. And At That Moment, Nothing Can Happen To Me.

My Basic View Of Things Is - Not To Have Any Basic View Of Things. From Having Been Exceedingly Dogmatic, My Views On Life Have Gradually Dissolved. They Don't Exist Any Longer.

Old Age Is Like Climbing A Mountain. You Climb From Ledge To Ledge. The Higher You Get, The More Tired And Breathless You Become, But Your Views Become More Extensive.

It's A Strange Thing That Every Human Being Has A Sort Of Dignity Or Wholeness In Him, And Out Of That Develops Relationships To Other Human Beings, Tensions, Misunderstandings, Tenderness, Coming In Contact, Touching And Being Touched, The Cutting Off Of A Contact And What Happens Then.