Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
Evil is whatever distracts.
Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us.
This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.
Don't despair, not even over the fact that you don't despair.