The history of the world, as it is written and handed down by word of mouth, often fails us completely; but man's intuitive capacity, though it often misleads, does lead, does not ever abandon one.

As far as I have seen, at school...they aimed at blotting out one's individuality.

What am I doing here in this endless winter?

Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves (for the time being only superficially) and is ready to release what lies deeper. When I am willfully alone, a slight ordering of my interior begins to take place and I need nothing more.

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

We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.

The Bible is a sanctum; the world, sputum.