I say I'm in love with her. What does that mean? It means I review my future and my past in the light of this feeling. It is as though I wrote in a foreign language that I am suddenly able to read. Wordlessly, she explains me to myself. LIke genius she is ignorant of what she does.

Why did I walk so purposefully in a straight line? Where would it take me? He went round and round and we got there all the same.

Nothing has an unlikely quality. It is heavy.

the power of a text is not time-bound. The words go on doing their work.

The work that lasts over time is the work which still speaks to us when all contemporary interest in that work is extinct.

Only the impossible is worth the effort.

I felt like a thief with a bagful of stolen glances.