As Long As There Is Still One

You Could Tell A Lot About A Man By The Books He Keeps - His Tastes, His Interest, His Habits.

Uncleanness Is So Much The Attribute Of Officials That One Could Almost Regard Them As Enormous Parasites...in The Same Way The Fathers In Kafka's Strange Families Batten On Their Sons, Lying On Top Of Them Like Giant Parasites. They Not Only Prey Upon Their Strength, But Gnaw Away At The Sons' Right To Exist. The Fathers Punish, But They Are At The Same Time The Accusers. The Sin Of Which They Accuse Their Sons Seems To Be A Kind Of Original Sin.

Every Image Of The Past That Is Not Recognised By The Present As One Of Its Own Threatens To Disappear Irretrievably.

It Is Only For Those Without Hope That Hope Is Given.

To A Book Collector, You See, The True Freedom Of All Books Is Somewhere On His Shelves.