Facts and particulars annoy me.

Today at school I wrote an essay about Flag Day which was so beautiful, but ever so beautiful - for I even used words without really knowing what they meant.

Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?

Reality prior to my language exists as an unthinkable thought. . . . life precedes love, bodily matter precedes the body, and one day in its turn language shall have preceded possession of silence.

What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?

Facts and particulars annoy me.