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

Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.

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

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

I was escaping from Nature and at last becoming myself, that Other whom I was aspiring to be in the eyes of others.

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.

Every word has consequences. Every silence, too.