At the end of the way is freedom. Until then, patience.
Your reality, isn’t restricted by this cell we live in. If you read something, if you study something, you transcend any cell you’re inside of
I believe that people who don't achieve anything in life are isolated and resent those that are successful.
I'm not terribly happy about rock and roll. Certain rock music is uninspiring, numbing; it makes you feel like an idiot.
Kafka truly illustrates the way the environment oppresses the individual. He shows how the unconscious controls our lives.
Modern American cinema seems to me superficial. The intention is to understand a certain reality, and the result is nothing but a photographing of that reality.
I write novels because there is something I don't understand in reality.
If everyone is a product of this society, who will say the things that need to be said, and do the things that need to be done, without compromise? Truth will never start out popular in a world more concerned with marketability than righteousness. It will initially suffer ridicule and even violence - yet ultimately it is undeniable. All of humanity is living in a dream world, but suffering real consequences.
No human being is illegal. That is a contradiction in terms. Human beings can be beautiful or more beautiful, they can be fat or skinny, they can be right or wrong, but illegal? How can a human being be illegal?
You cannot disown what is yours. Flung out, there is always the return, the reckoning, the revenge, perhaps the reconciliation. There is always the return.
Technology is a servant who makes so much noise cleaning up in the next room that his master cannot make music.