In the fight between you and the world, back the world.
The purpose of a story is to be an axe that breaks up the ice within us.
I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
At that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?
No one can crave what truly harms him.
I am too tired, I must try to rest and sleep, otherwise I am lost in every respect. What an effort to keep alive! Erecting a monument does not require an expenditure of so much strength.