Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. - Franz Kafka

It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.

I can't think of anything to write about, I'm just walking around here between the lines, under the light of your eyes, in the breadth of your mouth as in a beautiful happy day, which remains beautiful and happy, even when the head is sick and tired.

We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.