Since The Insignificance Of All Things Is

But Isn't It True That An Author Can Write Only About Himself?

In Her Presence I Could Dare Everything: Sincerity, Emotion, Pathos.

The More Vast The Amount Of Time We've Left Behind Us, The More Irresistible Is The Voice Calling Us To Return To It.

To Be A Writer Does Not Mean To Preach A Truth, It Means To Discover A Truth.

And I Ran After That Voice Through The Streets So As Not To Lose Sight Of The Splendid Wreath Of Bodies Gliding Over The City, And I Realized With Anguish In My Heart That They Were Flying Like Birds And I Was Falling Like A Stone, That They Had Wings And I Would Never Have Any.