ظلت جالسة هناك والدموع تنبع من عينيها وجسدها منهك، صار وزن العالم كله ثقيلًا فوق كتفيها - László Krasznahorkai

…era alquanto facilitato nel sentire l’umana nullità rispetto al vertiginoso infinito della volta celeste, si muoveva libero nello spazio immenso e imperscrutabile come se quello fosse il suo vero mondo, in questo, prigioniero della sua libertà, non riusciva a trovare posto, soffocato dall’incommensurabile ristrettezza di tale “desolante aridità”…

...what one ought to capture in beauty is that which is treacherous and irresistible...

Everything was there, it is simply that there was no clerk capable of making an inventory of all the constituents; but the realm that existed once — once and once only — had disappeared for ever, ground into infinitesimal pieces by the endless momentum of chaos within which crystals of order survived, the chaos that consisted of an indifferent and unstoppable traffic between things. It ground the empire into carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen and sulphur, it took its delicate fibres and unstitched them till they were dispersed and had ceased to exist, because they had been consumed by the force of some incomprehensibly distant edict, which must also consume this book, here, now, at the full stop, after the last word.