Lifelessness is only a disguise behind which hide unknown forms of life.

This enraged the other Nazi so much that the next morning he came to our house and he shot my father.

How can one not succumb and allow one's courage to fail when everything is shut tight, when all meaningful things are walled up, and when you constantly knock against bricks, as against the walls of a prison?

And one's wandering proved as sterile and pointless as the excitement produced by a close study of pornographic albums.

Under the imaginary table that separates me from my readers, don’t we secretly clasp each other’s hands?

...."the sound of a barrel organ rising from the deepest golden vein of the day; two or three bars of a chorus, played on a distant piano over and over again, melting in the sun on the white pavement, lost in the fire of high noon.

Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine.