Ονειρεύομαι έναν άνθρωπο που ξεμαθαίνει όλες τις γλώσσες της γης, ώσπου να μην καταλαβαίνει σε καμιά χώρα αυτό που λέγεται. - Elias Canetti

Savor powerlessness, after power, in every phase that matches it precisely; replace every old triumph with the new defeat; strengthen yourself on your weakness; win yourself back when so very lost.

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.

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