I’m reading! I don’t want to be disturbed!

Each sort of cheese reveals a pasture of a different green, under a different sky.

Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. "There is the blueprint," they say.

The universe is the mirror in which we can contemplate only what we have learned to know in ourselves

It was the hour in which objects lose the consistency of shadow that accompanies them during the night and gradually reacquire colors, but seem to cross meanwhile an uncertain limbo, faintly touched, just breathed on by light; the hour in which one is least certain of the world's existence.

If you want to know how much darkness there is around you, you must sharpen your eyes, peering at the faint lights in the distance.

Reading is going toward something that is about to be, and no one yet knows what it will be.