Death is a continuation of my life without me... - Jean-Paul Sartre

Anyhow, it is a definite colour: I am glad I have red hair. There is it is in the mirror, it makes itself seen, it shines. I am still lucky if my forehead was surmounted by one of those neutral heads of hair which are neither chestnut not blond, my face would be lost in vagueness, it would make me dizzy.

Hayatımın anlarının, hatırlanan bir hayatın anları gibi birbirini izlemesini istemiştim. Zamanı kuyruğundan yakalamaya kalkışmanın böyle bir önemi olabilirdi.

I mistrust illuminations: what we take for a discovery is very often only a familiar thought that we have not recognized.