...the task was not to choose but to accept, there being no obligation to choose between what was appropriate and what was inappropriate, only to acc… - László Krasznahorkai

. . .what became clear was that most opinions were a waste of time, that it was a waste thinking that life was a matter of appropriate conditions and appropriate answers, because the task was not to choose but to accept, there being no obligation to choose between what was appropriate and what was inappropriate, only to accept that we are not obliged to do anything except to comprehend that the appropriateness of the one great universal process of thinking is not predicated on it being correct, for there was nothing to compare it with, nothing but its own beauty, and it was its beauty that gave us confidence in its truth. . .

"Caddedeki eve geldiğinde daha fazla dayanamayacağına ve dinlenmesi gerektiğine karar vererek odasına kapanmıştı. Dinlenecek ve tek saniyeyi bile boşa harcamamak için bir daha asla kalkmayacaktı: O anda, yatağına uzandığı saniyede, artık "salaklaşmanın, aptallaşmanın, odunlaşmanın, dangalaklaşmanın, terbiyesizliğin, zevksizliğin, kabalığın, cehaletin, bilgisizliğin, ve genel seviyesizliğin tonlarca anısının yorgunluğu"nu atmak için, önünde daha bir elli yıl olsa dinlenmesinin yeterli olmayacağını düşünmüştü."

Faith, thought Eszter . . . is not a matter of believing something, but believing that somehow things could be different; in the same way, music was not the articulation of some better part of ourselves, or a reference to some notion of a better world, but a disguising of the fact of our irredeemable selves and the sorry state of the world, but no, not merely a disguising but a complete, twisted denial of such facts: it was a cure that did not work, a barbiturate that functioned as an opiate.

When we speak, we speak fluent, unbroken sentences, and this kind of speech doesn’t need any periods. Only God needs the period — and at the end He will use one, I am sure.