We don't object to our date of birth, so why object to our date of death, which is just as much a matter of chance.

...and yet the idea is hard to accept, it's so hard to succeed in making something happen, even what's been decided on and planned out, not even the will of a god seems forceful enough to manage it, if our own will is made in its semblance. It may be, rather, that nothing is ever unmixed and the thirst for totality is never quenched, perhaps because it is a false yearning. Nothing is whole or of a single piece, everything is fractured and evenomed, veins of peace run through the body of war and hatred insinuates itself into love and compassion, there is truce amid the quagmire of bullets and a bullet amid the revelries, nothing can bear to be unique or prevail or be dominant and everything needs fissures and cracks, needs it negation at the same time as its existence. And nothing is known with certainty and everything is told figuratively.

Gondolom, hogy neki is szüksége volt ellenségre, akit okolhat a nyomoráért. Ahogy egyébként bárki másnak, a szegényeknek, a középosztálybelieknek, a jómódúaknak és a peremre szorultaknak is. Senki sem képes elfogadni, hogy a dolgok néha úgy történnek, hogy senki sem felelős értük; hogy létezik balsors, hogy az emberek kifordulnak magukból, elvesznek, és maguknak keresik a szerencsétlenséget és az összeomlást.

Senki sem törődhet bele, hogy örökre tönkretették az életét.

He must have been one of those men who doesn't really notice such things and leaves it to others to sort out any awkwardness or imperfections. This is not because they are thoughtless or because they consider themselves too high and might, it's simply that their brains don't register these practicalities or the world around them.

The bad thing about terrible misfortunes, the kind that tear us apart and appear to be unendurable, is that those who suffer them believe or almost demand that the world should end right there, and yet the world pays no heed and carries on regardless and even tugs at the sleeve of the person who suffered the misfortune, I mean, it won’t just let them depart this world the way a disgruntled spectator might leave the theatre, unless the unfortunate person kills him or herself.