We have not the time to take our time.

To become conscious of what is horrifying and to laugh at it is to become master of that which is horrifying

We haven't the time to take out time.

We are made to be immortal, and yet we die. It's horrible, it can't be taken seriously

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water.

The more I try to explain myself, the less I understand myself.

I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it.