Things die, too, you know. And so, if they too have to die, well there it is, it is so much better to let them go.

In life, if one wants seriously to understand how the world works, he must die at least once.

One of the most odious forms of anti-Semitism was precisely this: to complain that Jews aren't sufficiently like other people, and then, the opposite, once they've become almost totally assimilated with their surroundings, to complain that they're just like everybody else, not even a fraction distinguished from the average.

She just kept on criticizing me, but for contradictory reasons.

If only I'd done it then, when I should have, everything would have been easy. What a joke.