"O mundo é conduzido como um cilindro de borracha que cabe na mão; girando levemente à direita, todas as árvores são uma só árvore estendida à beira do caminho; então, gira-se um nada à esquerda, o gigante verde se desfaz em centenas de álamos que correm para trás, as torres de alta-tensão avançam pausadamente, uma a uma, a marcha é uma cadência feliz na qual já podem entrar palavras, fiapos de imagens que não as de uma estrada, o cilindro de borracha gira à direita, o som sobe e sobe, uma corda de som se estende insuportavelmente, mas já não se pensa mais, tudo é máquina, corpo pegado à maquina, e vento na cara como um esquecimento"

"Then it will be he, it will be I, it will be the place: the silence, the end, the beginning, the beginning again - how can I say it? That's all words, they're all I have - and not many of them: the words fail, the voice fails. So be it. I know that well. It will be the silence, full of murmurs, distant cries. The usual silence, spent listening, spent waiting, waiting for the voice. The cries abate, like all cries. (That is to say they stop.) The murmurs cease, they give up. The voice begins again (it begins trying again). Quick now before there is none left, no voice left, nothing left but the core of murmurs, distant cries: quick now and try again, with the words that remain. Try what? (I don't know, I've forgotten, it doesn't matter, I never knew.) To have them carry me into my story, the words that remain?"

"Por isso, hei de prosseguir na minha peregrinação, não para ir à procura de outra doutrina melhor, já que sei muito bem que não há nenhuma, senão para separar-me de quaisquer doutrinas e mestres, a fim de que possa alcançar sozinho o meu destino ou então morrer".

"It comes from a deep-rooted conviction that if there is anything worthwhile doing for the sake of culture, then it is touching on subject matters and situations which link people, and not those that divide people. There are too many things in the world which divide people, such as religion, politics, history, and nationalism. If culture is capable of anything, then it is finding that which unites us all. And there are so many things which unite people. It doesn't matter who you are or who I am, if your tooth aches or mine, it's still the same pain. Feelings are what link people together, because the word 'love' has the same meaning for everybody. Or 'fear', or 'suffering'. We all fear the same way and the same things. And we all love in the same way. That's why I tell about these things, because in all other things I immediately find division."

“In most modern instances, interpretation amounts to the philistine refusal to leave the work of art alone. Real art has the capacity to make us nervous. By reducing the work of art to its content and then interpreting that, one tames the work of art. Interpretation makes art manageable, comformable.”