I am my world.

To tell the truth, I couldn't care less about the relativity of knowledge, simply because the world does not deserve to be known.

I don't want my past to become anyone else's future.

We have no need of other worlds. We need mirrors. We don't know what to do with other worlds. A single world, our own, suffices us; but we can't accept it for what it is.

You must take it; I cannot live with anything in my possession that is not mine.

The world is my world: this is shown by the fact that the limits of language stand for the limits of my world…I am my world.

What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.

How I wish I didn't know anything about myself and this world!

I have no other possessions of value but my soul.

I want nothing other than time.

I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting.

There's not a single thing on offer in this all-too-temporary world for which you should ever sell your soul.

I have no need for the boundless sky; the moon and stars are beyond my grasp. I prefer to exist in the real world, for dreams alone cannot sustain me.

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.