As the end approaches, there are no longer any images from memory - there are only words.
The things that are said in literature are always the same. What is important is the way they are said. Looking for metaphors, for example: When I was a young man I was always hunting for new metaphors. Then I found out that really good metaphors are always the same.
When I wake up, I wake to something worse. It’s the astonishment of being myself
Art always opts for the individual, the concrete; art is not Platonic.
Man's memory shapes Its own Eden within
Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.