It's easy, after all, not to be a writer. Most people aren't writers, and very little harm comes to them.

There will always be non-readers, bad readers, lazy readers - there always were.

Sometimes you find the panel, but it doesn’t open; sometimes it opens, and your gaze meets nothing but a mouse skeleton. But at least you’ve looked. That’s the real distinction between people: not between those who have secrets and those who don’t, but between those who want to know everything and those who don’t. This search is a sign of love I maintain.

I had wanted life not to bother me too much, and had succeeded - and how pitiful that was.

Perhaps the world progresses not by maturing, but by being in a permanent state of adolescence, of thrilled discovery.

Had my life increased, or merely added to itself? There had been addition and subtraction in my life, but how much multiplication?

History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.