There are such moments in life, when, in order for heaven to open, it is necessary for a door to close.

Words have their own hierarchy, their own protocol, their own artistic titles, their own plebeian stigmas.

There are plenty of reasons not to put up with the world as it is, and if the book has any kind of message, I suppose that's it.

One cannot be too careful with words, they change their minds just as people do.

...the human being to lack that second skin we call egoism has not yet been born, it lasts much longer than the other one, that bleeds so readily.

Perhaps only in a world of the blind will things be what they truly are.

As my cat would say, all hours are good for sleeping.