My life had got on the wrong track, and my contact with men had become now a mere soliloquy. I had fallen so low that, if I had had to choose between… - Nikos Kazantzakis

Her green eyes fluttered swiftly twice or thrice, then glazed,
her mouth gaped open, bleating, then her jaws hung loose
and retched up all her soul in lumps of clotting blood.

The wife of my God is matter; they wrestle with each other, they laugh and weep, they cry out in the nuptial bed of flesh. They spawn and are dismembered. They fill sea, land, and air with species of plants, animals, men, and spirits. This primordial pair embraces, is dismembered, and multiplies in every living creature. All the concentrated agony of the Universe bursts out in every living thing. God is imperiled in the sweet ecstasy and bitterness of flesh. But he shakes himself free, he leaps out of brains and loins, then clings to new brains and new loins until the struggle for liberation again breaks out from the beginning.

انني لا أؤمن بشيء ، ولا بأي شخص آخر ، بل بزوربا وحده . ليس لأن زوربا أفضل من الآخرين ليس ذلك مطلقا مطلقا ، انه بهيمة هو الآخر ، لكنني أؤمن بزوربا لأنه الوحيد الذي يقع تحت سلطتي ، الوحيد الذي أعرفه، و كل الآخرين انما هم أشباح . عندما أموت أنا ، فكل شيء يموت . إن كل العالم الزوربي سينهار دفعة واحدة.