We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
The Messiah will only come when he is no longer needed.
I, however, cannot force myself to use "meat drugs" to cheat on my loneliness.
There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.
Marrying, founding a family, accepting all the children that come, supporting them in this insecure world, and perhaps even guiding them a little, is, I am convinced, the utmost a human being can succeed in doing at all.