Concrete - pg. 33

But I've always had a sound instinct about what should be published and what should not, having always believed that publishing is senseless, if not an intellectual crime, or rather a capital offence against the intellect. We publish only to satisfy our craving for fame; there's no other motive except the even baser one of making money, which in my case, thank God, is ruled out by the circumstances of my birth. Had I published my essay on Schoenberg I shouldn't dare to be seen in the street any longer; the same would be true if I'd published my work on Nietzsche, although that was not a complete failure.

Introduction To Christianity - pg. 224

"God is dead and we have killed him.: This saying of Nietzsche's
belongs linguistically to the tradition of Christian Passiontide
piety; it expresses the content of Holy Saturday, "descended into hell".

J. M. Coetzee: Samuel Beckett, the short fiction

Though, it is not a description he would
have accepted, Beckett can justly be called a philosophical
writer, one whose works can be read as a
series of sustained sceptical raids on Descartes
and the philosophy of the subject that Descartes founded.
In his suspicion of Cartesian axiomatics Beckett aligns himself
with Nietzsche and Heidegger, and with his younger
contemporary Jacques Derrida. The satiric interrogation to
which he subjects the Cartesian cogito (I am thinking,
therefore I must exist) is so close in spirit to Derrida's
programme for exposing the metaphysical assumptions
behind Western thought that we must speak, if not of
Beckett's direct influence on Derrida, then of a striking case of
sympathetic vibration.

Nadja - pg. 55

She is still a young woman and extremely jovial. She continues speaking with a great deal of animation to someone who seems to be a workman of her acquaintance and who listens to her, apparently, with delight. We too engage her in conversation. Extremely cultivated, she has no objection to Nietzsche, and Rimbaud. Quite spontaneously she even mentions the surrealists and Louis Aragon's Paysan de Paris, which she has been unable to finish, the variations on the word Pessimism having thrown her off. All her remarks indicate a great revolutionary faith. Upon my request, she gives me her poem which I had found in the book and a few others as well, all of which I had found in the book and a few others as well, all of which are interesting.

Berlin Alexandeplatz - pg. 384

Smart boy Willy has not much cash; but he has a sharp bright mind, even though he is only a beginner in the pickpocket business, and that's why he exploits Franz. He was once an inmate in a house of correction where somebody had told him all about communism, to the effect that it's nothing at all; and that a reasonable man believes only in Nietzsche and Stirner, and does what he pleases; all the rest is bunk. So the sharp, ironical lad gets a lot of fun out of going to political meetings, and heckling the speakers. At the meetings he fishes up people with whom he wants to do busines, or whose legs he simply wants to pull.

The Recognitions - pg. 599

- No, that's ... you see, that's the trouble, Agnes, he said. - It's as though this one thing must contain it all, all in one piece of work, because, well it's as though finishing it strikes it dead, do you understand? And that's frightening, it's easy enough to understand why, killing the one thing ... you love. I understand it, and I'll explain it to you, but that, you see, that's what's frightening, and you anticipate that, you feel it all the time you're working and that's why the palimpsests pile up, because you can still make changes and the possibility of perfection is still there, but the first note that goes on the final score is ... well that's what Nietzsche.

Nietzsche: "the melancholia of things completed"

The Birth of Tragedy excerpt

In order to be able to live, the Greeks must have created these gods out of the deepest necessity. We can readily imagine the sequential development of these gods: through that instinctive Apollonian drive for beauty there developed by slow degrees out of the primordial titanic divine order of terror the Olympian divine order of joy, just as roses break forth out of thorny bushes. How else could a people so emotionally sensitive, so spontaneously desiring, so singularly capable of suffering have endured their existence, unless the same qualities manifested themselves in their gods, around whom flowed a higher glory. The same instinctual drive which summons art into life as the seductive replenishment for further living and the completion of existence also gave rise to the Olympian world, by which the Hellenic “Will” held before itself a transfiguring mirror.