The Greater The Ambiguity, The Greater The

It Takes So Little, So Infinitely Little, For A Person To Cross The Border Beyond Which Everything Loses Meaning: Love, Convictions, Faith, History. Human Life -- And Herein Lies Its Secret -- Takes Place In The Immediate Proximity Of That Border, Even In Direct Contact With It; It Is Not Miles Away, But A Fraction Of An Inch.

Aren't We Living In A World Where Heedless Men Only Desire Decapitated Women?

Loves Are Like Empires: When The Idea They Are Founded On Crumbles, They, Too, Fade Away.

The Longing For Paradise Is Man's Longing Not To Be Man.

She Knew, Of Course That She Was Being Supremely Unfair, That Franz Was The Best Man She Ever Had- He Was Intelligent, He Understood Her Paintings, He Was Handsome And Good-but The More She Thought About It, The More She Longed To Ravish His Intelligence, Defile His Kindheartedness, And Violate His Powerless Strength