The only selfish life is a timid one.

Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?

Fragile creatures of a small blue planet, surrounded by light years of silent space.

We're living in a homogenized culture where everything is the same, and books are not a homogenized culture. They are extremely varied, and they're eccentric because they are the product of an individual mind. They are not, in any way, mediated.

Yes, the past is another country, but one that we can visit, and once there we can bring back the things we need.

This hole in my heart is in the shape of you. No one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

In that house, you will find my heart. You must break in, Henri, and get it back for me.' Was she mad? We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to her, but she took my hand and put it against her chest. Feel for yourself.