Speak As Though It Were The Last

Death Is A Scandal. The Machine Is Functioning, We Are All Hostages

The Process Of Writing Has Something Infinite About It. Even Though It Is Interrupted Each Night, It Is One Single Notation.

As If One Could Know The Good A Person Is Capable Of, When One Doesn't Know The Bad He Might Do.

Almost Kien Was Tempted To Believe In Happiness, That Contemptible Life-goal Of Illiterates. If It Came Of Itself, Without Being Hunted For, If You Did Not Hold It Fast By Force And Treated It With A Certain Condescension, It Was Permissible To Endure Its Presence For A Few Days

The Act Of Naming Is The Great And Solemn Consolation Of Mankind