What is not possible is not to choose.
She believed in nothing; only her skepticism kept her from being an atheist.
I’ve dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.
It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.
To be responsible is to be the uncontested author of an event or thing.
That is exactly the writer's problem. What does literature stand for in a hungry world?