Elias Canetti Quotes

Her somewhat overly round head was wedged deep within her shoulders on a short body; it sat right upon it, as though there had never been such a thing as a neck, what a superfluous contraption.

For him [Kafka], the most tormenting thing about his notion of marriage must have been its ruling out the possibility of one's ever becoming so small as to be able to vanish: one has to be there.

Das Nicht-Wissen darf am Wissen nicht verarmen.

Is there still a possibility of public truth?
The prime condition for that would be that you pose your own questions, not just answer them. The questions of others have a distorting influence, one adapts to them, accepts words and concepts that should be avoided at all costs.
Ideally, you should use only words which you have filled with new meaning.

People should not make a virtue out of their sensitivity. They may experience it and preserve it as it was experienced. But they should not adorn themselves with it. Sensitivity will make an addict out of anyone who displays its medals on his chest. He will require more and more objects to enable him to demonstrate his sensitivity, and if he runs out of them, he will simply make things up - and his sensitivity will then reveal itself for what it is: precious, brittle, and rotted through and through.

La promesa de la inmortalidad basta para poner en pie una religión.

Del azar de lo leído depende lo que eres

When I leaf through Fackel issues of my slave years, I am seized by horror. Anyone released from bondage must feel like this.

At home in the nursery, I usually played alone. Actually, I seldom played, I spoke to the wallpaper. The many dark circles in the pattern of the wallpaper seemed like people to me. I made up stories in which they appeared, either I told them the stories or they played with me, I never got tired of the wallpaper people and I could talk to them for hours.

Each organism raises its head over a field of corpses, smiles into the sun, and declares life good.

She was crude, but loyal. He began to understand her even better than before. A pity she was so old; it was too late to try to make a human being of her.

Mi injusticia fundamental frente a los hombres se deriva de mi postura respecto a la muerte. No puedo amar a nadie que reconozca la muerte o cuente con ella. Amo a todo aquel, quienquiera que sea, que la detesta, que no la admite y nunca, en ninguna circunstancia, la utilizaría como medio para alcanzar sus fines. De ahí viene que no pueda aceptar a ninguna persona que hoy en día trabaje como físico o técnico nuclear; a nadie que siga voluntariamente una carrera militar; pero tampoco a ningún clérigo que utilice una vida futura como consuelo por la muerte mientras que a él mismo ni se le ocurre morir pronto; y a nadie que considere el fallecimiento de un pariente o amigo como acertado en el tiempo, como una suerte de cumplimiento de esa vida concreta; a nadie que no sienta vergüenza en vez de satisfacción por la muerte de un enemigo; a nadie que haya puesto el ojo en una herencia... Así las cosas, ¿a quién puedo aceptar, quién no pertenece a una de estas categorías, al menos de vez en cuando o en relación con una u otra persona? Por tanto, mientras exista la muerte, yo, que afirmo la vida sin reserva y sin restricciones, debo condenar moralmente a todo ser humano de acuerdo con una moral que, de hecho, ni siquiera es aplicable. Soy tan consciente de esta contradicción fundamental de mi naturaleza que me exhorto una y otra vez a practicar la mesura y a considerar con más detalle todas las circunstancias cuando, una vez más, he emitido el juicio más duro contra una persona.

"It is only in a crowd that man can become free of this fear of being touched. That is the only situation in which the fear changes into its opposite. The crowd he needs is the dense crowd, in which body is pressed to body; a crowd, too, whose psychical constitution is also dense, or compact, so that he no longer notices who it is that presses against him. As soon as a man has surrendered himself to the crowd, he ceases to fear its touch. Ideally, all are equal there; no distinctions count. Not even that of sex. The man pressed against him is the same as himself He feels him as he feels himself. Suddenly it is as though everything were happening in one and the same body." (15)

All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.

One who, alone, would be unconquerable. But he weakens himself with allegiances.