You become a reader by reading the literature, not by reading the handbooks about it.

You get to be wiser by storying the world and seeing it through other forms of consciousness than your own.

However much you love somebody, you should always keep a part of yourself to yourself. Never give it all. You can never be yourself otherwise.

And when someone else speaks your name you feel pleased. You feel wanted. You feel there. Alive. Even if they're saying your name with dislike, at least you know you're you, that you exist.

History dies without the present. There is no future without the path made to it by the past.

He thought: How difficult it is to explain yourself to yourself. Sometimes there only is, and no knowing.

All the time I think I can never love you more than I already do. And then you do something or say something, and I love you more than ever. Like just now. Like now. How is it possible? Can you love someone more and more and at the same time, all the time, love them as much as it's possible to love someone?