Love was not something to be felt, not a particular emotion, nor yet a particular shade of feeling, it was much more like a lowering curse on the hor… - Jean-Paul Sartre

Why, an old, mangy dog, warming himself at the hearth, and struggling to his feet with a little
whimper to welcome his master home — why, that dog has more memories than I! At least he
recognizes his master. His master. But what can I call mine?

وكان الأبطال يكافؤون ويكرمون ويعجب بهم ويتلقون المال.وكانت الفتاه تقع في حب المستكشف الذي أنقذ حياتها,وكل شيء كان ينتهي بالزواج .لقد استنتجت من هذه المجلات ومن هذه الكتب ..خيالي المستقر في أعماقي وهو التفاءل

Nu-mi simt trupul, m-a cucerit puritatea lucrurilor care mă înconjoară; nimic nu e viu; vântul suflă, linii drepte aleargă în noapte.