Another school declares that all time has already transpired and that our life is only the crepuscular and no doubt falsified and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process.

As the end approaches, there are no longer any images from memory - there are only words.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

Islam asserts that on the unappealable Day of Judgment every perpetrator of the image of a living creature will be raised from the dead with his works, and he will be commanded to bring them to life, and he will fail, and be cast out with them into the fires of punishment.

i walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive

To arrange a library is to practice in a quiet and modest way the art of criticism.

I live in a grey world, rather like the silver screen world. But yellow stands out.