Every human endeavor, however singular it seems, involves the whole human race.

Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat.

Something begins in order to end: an adventure doesn't let itself be extended it achieves significance only through its death.

My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I'm going to sleep.

I have seen children dying of hunger. Over against a dying child La Nausee cannot act as a counterweight.

Ha! to forget. How childish! I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears. You may nail your mouth shut, you may cut out your tongue, can you keep yourself from existing? Will you stop your thoughts.

As if there could be true stories: things happen in one way, and we retell them in the opposite way.