Anybody who preserves the ability to recognize beauty will never get old.

There are questions we could not get past if we were not set free from them by our very nature.

I wanted to escape the unrest, to shut out the voices around me and within me, so I write.

My life was sweeter than other people's and my death will be more terrible by the same degree.

it was like this. the brain could no longer bear the worries and pains that were imposed on it. it said: "i'm giving up; but if there is anyone else here who is interested in preserving the whole, let him assume part of my burden and it will be alright for a bit.

You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.

Writer speaks a stench.