Everything that goes on in your whole life is a result of molecules rushing around somewhere in your brain.
Music is dangerous in so many ways. It's the most dangerous thing in the world.
All human existence is a trick of light.
People hurried past, the others of the street, endless anonymous, twenty-one lives per second, race-walking in their faces and pigments, sprays of fleetest being.
The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever.
When birds look into houses, what impossible worlds they see.