To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.

When we don't speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.

To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.

If you live with death threats, you need friends. So you have to risk that they might spy on you.

I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.

Some people speak and sing and walk and sit and sleep and silence their homesickness, for a long time, and to no avail. Some say that over time homesickness loses its specific content, that it starts to smolder and only then becomes all-consuming, because it’s no longer focused on a concrete home. I am one of the people who say that.

I wanted to get out of our thimble of a town, where every stone had eyes.