Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.

If literature isn't everything, it's not worth a single hour of someone's trouble.

A man who is free is like a mangy sheep in a herd. He will contaminate my entire kingdom and ruin my work.

I wanted the moments of my life to follow and order themselves like those of a life remembered. You might as well try and catch time by the tail.

He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.

To choose not to choose is still to act.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.