... he was one of those men who like to be observers at their own lives ... such people observe their destiny much as most people tend to observe a rainy day.

The last light, in the last window, went out. Only the unstoppable machine of the sea still tears away at the silence with the cyclical explosion of nocturnal waves, distant memories of sleepwalking storms and the shipwrecks of dream.

Read the flight of your arrow if you want to know your future.

We are full of words whose true meaning we haven't been taught, and one of those words is suffering. Another is the word death. We don't know what they mean, but we use them, and this is a mystery.

It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.

... he was one of those men who like to be observers at their own lives ... such people observe their destiny much as most people tend to observe a rainy day.

There is nothing that can, in the dark become true