Hope is a straw hat hanging beside a window covered with frost.

Boredom is that awful state of inaction when the very medicine - that is, activity - which could solve it, is seen as odious.

So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.

Now I felt the long-forgotten urgency of lovemaking, when it seems one's human selves leave, to be replaced by hungry beasts bolting their food. Gone are the civilized beings who talk of manners and journeys and letters; in their places are two bodies straining to give birth to a burst of inhuman pleasure followed by a great, floating nothingness. An explosion of life followed by death - in this we live, and in this we foreshadow our own sweet deaths.

Kindness is stronger than iron bars.

Hope is a straw hat hanging beside a window covered with frost.

Things do not happen, we must make them happen