عيناها تسحب الأشياء بشَـرقة السرعة، مخلّفةً وراءها فراغ شكلٍ مثالي . - Czesław Miłosz

Human material seems to have one major defect: it does not like to be considered merely as human material. It finds it hard to endure the feeling that it must resign itself to passive acceptance of changes introduced from above.

Regret, to no end, in every hour
Of a long life. What beautiful work
Will redeem the heartbeats of a living creature
And what use to confess deeds that last forever?

When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.