What shall I do, singer and first-born, in a world where the deepest black is grey, and inspiration is kept in a thermos? with all this immensity in a measured world?

Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight.

Meanings are translatable. Words are untranslatable… More briefly – a word is translatable, its sound is not.

My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.

Don't you know no one can escape the power of creatures reaching out with breath alone?

There are books so alive that you're always afraid that while you weren't reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too, and like a river moved on and moved away. No one has stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?

And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it.