In the mental disturbance and effort of writing, what sustains you is the certainty that on every page there is something left unsaid. - Cesare Pavese

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

Even today I wonder why those Germans didn't wait for me at the villa and send someone to look for me in Turin. It is because of their failure that I am still free and up here. Why I should have been saved and not Gallo, or Tono, or Cate, I don't know. Perhaps because I'm supposed to suffer for others? Because I'm the most useless and don't deserve anything, not even punishment? Because I went into a church that time? The experience of danger creates more cowards every day. It makes one stupid. I have reached the point of being alive only by chance, when many better men than I are dead, I don't like it, it's not enough. At time, after having listened to the useless radio and looked through the windows at the empty vineyards, I think that living by accident is not living, and I wonder if have really escaped.

We want Realism's wealth of experience and Symbolism's depth of feeling. All art is a problem of balance between two opposites.