Today I must be very careful, today I have left my armor at home.

Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.

Of course she had some pathetic illusions about herself or she would not be able to go on living.

The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her.

Cold - cold as truth, cold as life. No, nothing can be as cold as life.

As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’ She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.

The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life.